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Summary: After taking a quick nap in the drama club storage room, you awaken to an array of confused Hellfire Club members, and their Dungeon Master trying to ask you out.
Content: flirty!eddie munson x reader, use of y/n, kinda dorky (wc 1.3k)
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“And our lead for Hawkins High production of Grease: The Musical is…… Y/N Y/L/N!” The Hawkins High Drama Club erupted in applause for their new lead actress, murmurs of congratulations spreading through the group directed towards you.
You had been a part of the Drama Club ever since your freshman year of high school, and you had stuck with it. Now, as a senior, it felt appropriate that you take the lead of the school production. The club unanimously agreed.
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Wallace! I’m honored to play Sandy.” You state graciously.
“Perfect! Well everyone, rehearsals start tomorrow promptly after school in the auditorium! Make sure to bring your scripts as we’ll be doing a read-through of the play!” Mrs. Wallace announces to the club. “Y/N, will you stay back for a minute?” She adds directing her attention to you.
You nod promptly and start to pack your backpack whilst you wait for the club members to clear out of the classroom.
“Y/N I was wondering if I could get your help with something quickly? If you have the time, of course?”
“Sure, what do you need?” You reply sweetly.
“Great, follow me, dear. I just need help here in the prop room. It seems to be that the costumes I had anticipated on using for the play have been moved around. No doubt it's that Hellfire Club that’s causing chaos to our inventory.” She pauses. “Anyways, I need help locating outfits for the ensemble. Nice, casual outfits. Would you be able to make a pile for me?”
Having been Mrs. Wallace's right-hand girl throughout high school, you knew exactly the kinds of clothes she would deem appropriate. You had plans to meet up with your best friend, Nancy Wheeler, at the library to study for your first biology quiz of the year, but upon seeing the pleading look on the aging woman’s face you decided to help.
“Of course, Mrs. Wallace. It’s no problem.” You state kindly.
“Thank you, dear. Whatever you can get done tonight would be a tremendous help. I would do it myself but I must step out for an appointment, and I need this done by tomorrow’s rehearsal so I can see what else we might need for the production. You know, inventory.”
“Yes, I understand. I’ll pull out as many as I can find.”
“Lovely, dear. Thank you, again. I’ll see you tomorrow after school!” She waves before heading through the supply room door and leaving the building.
Well, let’s get started.
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It was just past 7 o’clock when you were on your second hour of pulling clothes from old boxes. At first you had started feeling motivated, still buzzing from receiving the coveted lead role. But after the initial buzz wore off, you crashed, and crashed hard.
You sat down on the floor of the prop room, leaning against a ceiling-high shelf. I just need a minute to breathe. Relax.
You started fading out of consciousness after a few quick minutes, allowing sleep to settle through your bones.
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You were sat in your 2nd period American History class staring at the clock.
30 more minutes.
20 more minutes.
19 and a half more minutes.
“Alright, class. That’s enough of that for today. You can close your textbooks.” Mr. Michaels drawled from the front of the classroom. “We’ll be moving on to a quick film about the harrowing experiences of war, as told by a World War II veteran. Now, this film contains some real footage from the actual war, so I want you to pay attention to the types of defense weapons we talked about. See if you can spot their use in the film.” Mr. Michaels then loads the tape into the VCR and hits play, taking a seat behind his desk.
17 more minutes
After a series of static and distorted images, the film plays.
“There’s someone here.”
“What? What do you mean there’s someone here. I don’t see anybody.”
“Hello?” A soldier calls out to an empty field.
“Hello?”
”Hello!”
“Hello! Wake up!”
“Dude, chill. There’s no need to yell in her face.”
Opening your eyes, you take in the scene before you. Not history class.
“Oh, uhm, sorry. I guess I fell asleep. I was doing inventory for the school musical.” You say quietly to the two guys before you. You recognize them from somewhere, but can’t place them. The guys turned to you, startled at your sudden words.
”That’s cool. Uhm, it’s a little past 8 and uhm, we sort of have this room reserved for our club. So…” the taller ones muttered.
“Right! Yeah, I’ll leave you guys to it then. Sorry for uhm, well, interrupting.” You reply timidly.
They back up from you, giving you space to collect yourself. It was then that you looked up across the room, quickly making direct eye contact with Eddie Munson.
“Well, well, well… what do we have here?” He asks whilst taking long strides across the room to you.
“Sorry, I was just, well- I’m leaving. Sorry to interrupt you guys.” You say before slinging your backpack over your shoulder and walking past Eddie.
“No need to be sorry, Princess. Just wondering to whom we owe the pleasure of your company.” He interjects smoothly, flashing a quick grin at your obviously flustered state.
You pause as you watch two other boys enter the room, one tall with shaggy black hair, the other short with curly brown hair. They eye you, seemingly confused by your presence, before returning their attention to each other. Feeling overwhelmed by the amount of strangers, you look up at Eddie, hoping to dismiss yourself from whatever you woke up to. “My name’s Y/N. I just lost track of time, I didn’t know anybody else used this room.”
“Oh, I know who you are. Y/N… Y/L/N, yeah? You do the drama stuff, right? I saw the play last year, you were pretty good.”
“Oh,” you state simply, “thank you. I didn’t know you went to those kinds of things.”
“Those kinds of things?” He prompts.
”Well, like school things. I’m glad you saw it though.”
“Yeah, well I guess I’m just full of surprises.” He winks at you before opening his satchel-style bag on the table, pulling out a scrappy piece of paper and a pen. He motions the objects towards you.
“Uhm, what’s this?” You ask confused.
“Well, obviously I want your autograph.” He states simply, looking into your eyes as he motions the pen and paper to you once more.
You giggle to yourself. “My autograph?” You question as you take the materials from his hand.
“Well, that and maybe your phone number.” He suggests, the last few words he added quieter than the rest.
You give him a quick once over. He was kind of cute, you had to admit.
“Okay, yeah.” You say before bending towards the table, writing your home phone number neatly on the paper before dramatically branding the paper with a large, cursive icon. “Call me whenever” you add.
“That I will.” He says before taking the paper from your hand, briefly observing it, then folding it into the front pocket of his denim jacket. “It was nice meeting you, Sandy.” He says politely before pulling out a throne-looking chair from a long table.
“Sandy? I’m not-“ you pause. Hadn’t the cast list just been announced? Surely it wasn’t posted to the school by now, you tell yourself.
“How did you-“
“-know? Let’s call it intuition” he muses. “Or the highlighted sheet music for Hopelessly Devoted To You.” He nudges his head towards the loose papers in your hand. Sure enough, he’s right.
You steal one last coy glance at him before turning on your heel.
Amused, you collect the rest of your belongings before heading through the doors, contemplating if you were still dreaming.
Camp Counselor! Steve Harrington x Camp Counselor! Female Reader
warnings: 18+ smut angst fluff ALL OF IT! making out, p in v, unprotected sex, nipple sucking, steve eats you out, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise kink, spanking, shower sex. i think that's it????
summary: it's 1985, and camp hawkins has just open their doors for the summer. y/n has been a returning camp counselor for the past three years. she's known as the top counselor that all the kids hope for. steve harrington is the new hot camp counselor. there is one major rule you commit to while working at camp hawkins.
no relationships between camp counselors.
what can go wrong?
WC: 8.8k
A/N: okay so this is a long one lol, but felt like the perfect summer one shot. it is sort of a slow burn & friends? to lovers. i listened to this playlist the entire time while writing this, and it really set the vibes for me. i see steve as 21 and y/n as 20! I also picture the kids to be around the age of 13!! first steve harrington one shot yay!!!!
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Ugh. Nooo. I feel like I just closed my eyes.
I roll over towards my nightstand to hit my alarm clock off. The bright red numbers read 5:00AM. In my opinion, way too early for the first day of summer.
But I get up anyway. Although I dread the early wake-up call, I really do love being a camp counselor.
Today will be my first day back since last summer, and it is quite literally my favorite day. It’s the day before all the kids get to camp.
We usually have activities where all the camp counselors can get to know one another, but we don’t need it. Everyone already knows everything about each other. It’s pretty rare for them to bring in a new camp counselor these days.
So we use this day to prepare. But I mainly use it to hang out with my friends before we have to put our main focus on the kids.
I finally get out of bed and put on my jean shorts and Camp Hawkins ringer tee. I head into the bathroom to do my morning routine and get all my toiletries.
My bags and hiking shoes are already packed and ready for me by the front door.
I walk down the stairs, grab my bags, and slip on my shoes.
Last night, my parents and I had our goodbye dinner since they didn’t want to wake up at 5am. I get it, though, I wouldn’t want to wake up early if I didn’t necessarily have to.
I put my bags in my trunk and head to the driver's seat, and that’s when it hits me. I’ll be gone for the next 4 weeks.
I hope this is the best summer yet.
“Y/N! Oh my god! You’re finally here!” Heather screams from across the parking lot as she runs towards me.
Heather is one of the other camp counselors. We’ve been attending Camp Hawkins together since we were eight years old. Once we were old enough to apply to become a camp counselor, we did. Now we’ve been working summers here for the past three years
“Umph,” She slams her body into mine with a hug so hard we almost fall over onto the gravel. “Jesus, Heather. You act like I didn’t see you a couple of days ago.”
Did I mention she also lives down the street from me? And we spend every single living second together?
“Yeah, a couple of days too long! Oh, I’m so glad you’re here. Are you ready for THE BEST SUMMER EVER!” I laugh at her enthusiasm.
God is Heather a fire cracker, but that’s what I love about her.
She starts leading me to our cabin, lucky number seven.
As we walk, she asks me something I never thought she would. "Did you hear there's going to be a new boy counselor this year?" I stop dead in my tracks as she continues to walk. She takes notice that I'm behind her, no longer side by side. She turns around to look at me. "Heard he's hot."
"What? Where'd you hear that from?" A new boy counselor? Here's the problem I have. Change. I hate change. We have a family here among all the camp counselors. We have years of friendships. I like it the way it is. Now we have to invite someone else in? Get to know someone new all over again?
"Y/N, it's going to be fine. We need some change around here! It's starting to get boring." She says. I know she's excited for a boy counselor, because he's fresh meat to her.
"That's my problem. I don't want change. I think Camp Hawkins is perfect the way it is. Especially all the people who work here."
She puts her arm around my shoulder while we continue walking to our cabin. "If it makes you feel better, I honestly don't think we'd be the people he chooses to hang out with. He probably will go with some of the boys.
She's right. Why am I getting worked up over this? Why am I going to let a boy I've never met ruin my summer? Maybe he isn't even all that bad, I'm making him out to be. For all I know, he could be a sweetheart.
"You're right. And to answer your question on whether or not I'm ready to have the BEST SUMMER EVER." I yell just like she did. "FUCK YES I AM!" She giggles at my screaming, and we finally make it to the front steps of our cabin.
Counselor cabins consist of two counselors of the same sex. Girls are not allowed in the boys' cabins, and boys aren't allowed in girls' cabins. Although that is a mandatory rule, it hasn't stopped us before. After working here for a couple of years, you find your way around things.
Heather has already claimed her side with all her belongings, so I take the other half of the room and unpack all my things.
"ALL CAMP COUNSELORS, PLEASE REPORT TO THE QUAD FOR A MANDATORY MEETING," We hear over the intercom. Heather and I look at each other.
"You ready?" She asks me, referring to our new 'friend'.
"Ready as I'll ever be."
We gather around the quad in a seated circle. Ross, the head of the camp, and his wife, Margaret, stand in the middle.
"Alrighty, everyone, good to see you all. It's a big day tomorrow, as we all know." He says as he walks around. "Before you guys can have your night of freedom before the kids get here, I want to go over all the camp rules once more."
I look around at all the familiar faces within our circle. People focused on what Ross has to say. That's until I get to a group of boys. Billy, Eddie, and no other than Steve Harrington.
Oh God no. Please do not tell me that Steve Harrington is the new 'hot' counselor.
"Before we get to the rules, you might notice an unfamiliar face in the circle." Unfamiliar face, my ass. Everyone knows who Steve Harrington is. He may not know who you are, but you know who he is. "Steve? Why don't you come up here and introduce yourself?"
I feel Heather elbow me in the arm, and I look over to her. I see her mouth, "I told you he was hot," while moving her eyebrows up and down.
Heather doesn't know who Steve is because her parents sent her to the girls' only school rather than Hawkins High, like most of the counselors here.
So she wouldn't know that he's an egotistical, ignorant 'popular' jock.
Steve walks into the middle, "Uh, Hi, I'm Steve Harrington, excited to be here."
"What made you want to be a counselor this year, Steve?" Margaret asks.
"Well, I'm already babysitting around six kids daily, and I'm not getting paid, so I thought, why not work here and make some money?" Billy and Eddie snicker.
"Alright... thank you, Steve. Okay, back to the rules." Ross begins listing off the rules. My eyes wander back to the three boys, not listening to a single word Ross is saying.
I shake my head. This is ridiculous. It's his first day here, and he's not even paying attention to the rules of the camp.
"And lastly, there will be no relationships between counselors. I don't want to hear any objections. We are here for four weeks; we must keep our main focus on the children, not love triangles or who broke whose heart. Got it?" Ross asks, and everyone murmurs a yes. "Good. You guys are free to go. Lights out at 10 o' 'clock, please. We have an early day tomorrow."
"Oh my god, he's hotter than hot. I can not wait to be stuck here with him for the next four weeks. I hope I get partnered with him tomorrow." Heather fawns over Steve. She reminds me that kids are grouped up with two counselors. One boy and one girl. It's for the kids to be able to have someone to go to at all times as we're out doing activities. I pray to God that I don't get Steve.
We make it back to our cabin and realize that it's only twelve in the afternoon. We both decided that we should take advantage of the lake being empty before the kids come, so we throw on a t-shirt over our bikinis and head out.
As we leave our cabin, I see three people leaving the cabin across from us. It's no other than Steve, Billy, and Eddie. And the cherry on top is that they seemed to have the exact idea we had. Towels hang over their shoulders while they each wear swim trunks and no shirts.
"Why hello there, ladies," Billy calls out to us as they make their way over.
"Hi, Billy," Heather and I both say. I look over at Eddie and then to Steve. We make eye contact, and I feel annoyed just from having his eyes on me.
"You guys heading down to the lake too?" Eddie asks. We answer with nods. "Well cmon we'll walk down with you guys."
We all start to walk down the trail, and Heather is talking to Eddie and Billy up front, while I linger back.
I'm enjoying being alone for a second until I feel a presence next to me. "Hey, I'm Steve. What's your name?"
I roll my eyes, "Really, Steve? You don't remember me?" I look up at him. He's confused, trying to remember where he knows me from. Then it hits him.
"Holy shit, Y/N?" I keep walking. "I didn't even recognize you."
In my sophomore year of high school, I was in an English class where my teacher had assigned my seat right next to Steve. He had to retake the class after failing the year prior, so being sat next to him meant that we had to be partners for the semester. We actually became friends over that school year, and I won't lie that spending that much time working on projects together made me develop a small crush on him. What can I say, he knows how to charm a girl. But that was immediately destroyed when summer came, and he fell off the face of the earth. Not for others, but for me. He told me he would call me over the break and never did. I waited for that damn call, and it never came. That next school year, when he was a senior and I was a junior, it was like I never existed. And I will never forgive him for that.
"Whatever, Steve," I say as I try to walk faster to catch up to Eddie, Billy, and Heather.
"Wait, Y/N. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. It's just been so long."
"Forget it, Steve," I tell him and walk next to Eddie.
We set up our spots down by the lake, and of course, the boys continue to stay with us. Our towels are all aligned, and lucky me, because Steve Harrington chooses to place his right beside mine. Great.
Not wanting to sit and talk any longer, I take off my t-shirt and walk towards the lake. Everyone else seems to be tanning, but I need some time to think alone.
My feet touch the water, and it's cold, but not too cold where it's uncomfortable. It's the perfect temperature to cool down in.
I don't know why Steve being here bothers me so much. Yes, he never cared to call me, but am I really going to spend my summer having this awkward tension from something that happened four years ago? I look over at them all sitting together and laughing. Steve catches my eye and sends me a small smile.
After thinking a bit longer by myself, I decide that at the bonfire tonight I'll apologize to Steve. He probably doesn't even know why I'm upset, other than him not remembering me.
The things I do to make sure Heather and I have a good summer.
We all stayed down by the lake until sunset. Mainly, Heather, Eddie, and Billy did all the talking while Steve and I remained silent. Like I said, I would talk to him at the bonfire tonight, not at the lake.
Heather and I are sitting in our cabin getting ready on the floor.
"What are you wearing to the bonfire?" She asks me. I look through the clothes I brought and realize I only packed tank tops and shorts. Guess that's what I'm wearing tonight.
"Probably a tank top and shorts." I look over at her to see she's in jeans and throwing on a sweatshirt.
"You're not going to be cold tonight?" She looks at the clothes in my hands. I probably will be, but it's all I have, so I just shrug.
"I'll have the bonfire to keep me warm. Should we head out?"
Heather grabs my hand, and we walk out towards the bonfire. So many people are already out here, so Heather and I get a seat on one of the logs.
It's definitely chilly out here. The bonfire is not radiating off as much heat as I thought since the wind is blowing it in the opposite direction.
"I'll be right back, okay?" Heather whispers to me. I look up to see Billy smiling at her. She gets up and walks towards him, and they wander off to the lake. Well, that's interesting.
I stare at the bright orange flames in front of me. Fuck, it's cold. All of a sudden, I feel warmth next to me, but it's not from the fire.
"Hey," Steve says.
Well I guess it's now or never.
"Hi," I say while still focusing on the amber flames dancing with each other.
"I just want to say I'm sorry for upsetting you earlier. You've gotta believe me when I say I didn't recognize you at first. It's been so long, Y/N."
"It's fine, Steve, really. I guess it just stung a little. I don't want to make it weird between us. We're here for the next month, so I don't want to hold any grudges." It's silent for a moment, then he hums in agreement.
My body is covered in goosebumps from the cool air blowing. I wrap my arms around myself, rubbing up and down, trying to create friction to warm myself up. Steve takes notice.
The next thing I know, he takes his hoodie off and puts it out in front of me. "Here, wear this." I look up at him hesitantly. "Seriously, Y/N, take it. I don't mind."
"Thanks," I throw the hoodie on, and I'm immediately drowning in his scent. Cedar and vanilla. "You didn't have to."
"Don't want you to freeze or catch a cold on the first night here." He laughs. "So I heard you're quite the big name among these kids?"
I smile, "I've heard that once or twice." The kids love me, what can I say? Margaret called me a couple of days ago to tell me that some parents have started calling to request me as their kids' camp counselor. I really take the time to get to know my kids and make sure they feel heard and seen. Some of these counselors are here for the paycheck, that's why it bothered me so much what Steve said earlier.
"Well, I hope I make a good impression like you did on the kids," Steve says.
"You care what they think of you? I thought you were just here to get paid."
"Just because I'm here to get paid doesn't mean I'm not excited to be around the kids."
Fair enough.
"Sorry to put an end to the fun, but we have an early morning tomorrow. It's ten o'clock, lights out!" Ross says with a megaphone.
I stand up to take off Steve's sweatshirt to give it back to him, but I feel a hand on my arm.
"Keep it for the night, you can give it back to me tomorrow."
"Steve, it's fine, it's a short walk to the cabins." I tell him.
"I'm walking away now. You can't give it to me if I'm walking away from you!" He gets to the front door of his cabin and turns around to look at me. "Night, Y/N!" His door shuts.
"Night, Steve," I say under my breath.
I make it back into the cabin, and Heather is nowhere to be seen. I use this as the time to use the bathroom to get ready for bed. I walk out of the bathroom just as Heather is walking in.
We both look at each other with wide eyes.
"Whose sweatshirt is that?
"Is that a hickey on your neck?"
We both ask at the same exact time.
“You explain first, a hickey is something that needs way more explaining than me wearing someone’s sweatshirt.” I tell her.
She sighs as she sits at the end of her bed. “Okay, well, Billy invited me to walk down by the lake with him. Earlier today, we had been sending each other little looks that we found the other attractive, and then one thing led to another. So he took me into the forest, and we made out against a tree. Guess he wanted me to take home a little souvenir.” She giggles as she recalls the events that just happened. “Okay, now you, whose sweatshirt is that?”
“steveharringtons.” I say super fast and under my breath.
“Um, excuse me? Did you just say Steve Harrington’s? As in the hot new counselor?”
“I don’t know about the hot part, but yes, I said, Steve Harrington.”
“Don’t lie and say he’s not hot. Everyone who has eyes can see it.” Oh, I definitely can see it. But I would never admit it. “You guys barely talked down by the lake. How did you end up with his sweatshirt?” She asks suspiciously.
“He noticed I was cold after you left, so he offered me his sweatshirt. Honestly, not a big deal at all.”
I hope she doesn’t ask more questions cause there’s really nothing else to say.
“Okayyy then.” She drops it. “Well I am drained from today. I’m just going to do my night routine and then head to bed.”
She goes into the bathroom for a couple minutes and comes back out to turn off all the lights.
We lie in our beds in silence.
“Goodnight Y/N.”
“Night, Heather,” I respond as we both drift into sleep.
It’s 6:00 am when I wake up. I look over at Heather still passed out.
“Heather, get up, the kids will be here soon.” She tosses the duvet over her face.
“5 more minutes please.” She says muffled under the blanket.
“We don’t have time for that, we have to be out there in 15 to find out who we are parented up with.” She shoots out of bed.
“Oh my god, you’re right. I need to get ready. I really hope I get Billy.” I laugh at her.
“Yesterday, you were just saying you hoped to be partnered with Steve. What happened to that?”
“Yeah, well, Steve was like sooo yesterday morning. I want Billy. And besides, I sense something between you two. I wouldn’t do that to my best friend.”
I look over at her with my eyebrows scrunched. “There is nothing between us. There’s not even a ‘you two.’”
“Yeah and pigs can fly. It’s okay that you don’t see it yet, but I know.”
I never told Heather about Steve, my friendship back in high school, and how he never called. I was too embarrassed over the fact that I had truly thought he liked me. Or even saw me as a friend.
“Whatever, Heather, think what you want to think!”
“All camp counselors to the quad immediately! The children are arriving soon!” Ross’s voice comes in over the intercom.
We head outside and are formed into two different groups: boys and girls. Ross calls out the boy's names, and then Margaret calls out the girl who will be partnered with the boy for the rest of camp.
“Eddie!” Ross says in his megaphone.
“and Sarah!” Margaret adds on.
I start to get nervous. Who you get picked to be with is someone you’re going to spend every day with until camp is over.
“Billy!”
Out the corner of my eye, Heather has both fingers crossed, whispering to herself, “please pick me, please pick me.”
“and Heather!” I have never seen her run so fast before.
I laugh and shake my head. Billy is in for it.
I notice the group of people waiting is getting smaller and smaller. I’m still waiting for my name to be called and then I hear it.
“Steve!”
I look up at him. He has a smirk sitting on his face, waiting to hear which lucky lady will be called.
“and Y/N!”
And I guess I’m that lucky lady. He looks at me as I walk to him.
“Don’t look too excited, Y/N, I might start getting the idea you like me.” He laughs.
“You wish, Harrington.”
We stand there together while they finish up the rest of the names.
“Alright, everyone listen up!, You will be placed with 6 children total: 3 boys, 3 girls. Two cabins have been assigned per group. You will do weekly cabin inspections to ensure all campers are following the rules. Please report to us if anything is off. Now, please take a look at the two cabin numbers you were given and head out to them. The children will meet you there.”
Steve holds our papers with our cabin numbers on them. “So the boys' cabin is number 15, and the girls ' cabin is number 16. Okay, pretty simple to remember since they are next to each other.”
“Perfect. I’ll meet with the girls, you meet with the boys, and we’ll get to know them a bit on our own. Then we will come together to do introductions.” I tell him.
“Wow, you have this all planned out, don’t you?” He looks impressed with me.
“I should probably mention, I’m definitely the bossy type.”
“So you like to be in control?” He smirks at me.
“Oh God, really, Steve? There are going to be kids around. Get your head out of the gutter.” I roll my eyes at him while I bite back my smile.
“You said it, not me.” He puts both his hands up.
I see six kids walking our way. “Meet outside in 30 minutes,” I tell Steve, and move my focus to the kids. “Hi guys! Welcome to Camp Hawkins!”
Thirty minutes later, Steve and I bring the kids together. They seem to be a good group, and get along together quite nicely.
We give them the grand tour of the camp so they know exactly where everything is. They know where our cabins are, and the main office in case of emergencies.
Since it’s the first day, activities are on us, camp counselors.
“Anything in particular you guys would like to do?” I ask all six kids.
A boy named James speaks up. “Can we go down by the lake? It’s hotter than hell out here.”
“Alright, let’s get your bathing suits on and head down!” Steve says.
We make it down to the lake, the kids immediately running into the water while Steve and I set up our area.
I take my shorts and shirt off to reveal my bright red one-piece.
I can feel Steve's eyes on me. "What happened to yesterday's bathing suit?"
Yesterday's bathing suit was my only bikini I brought with me to camp. I never wear it in front of the kids, only when I'm by myself or other camp counselors.
"I only wear my one piece when we are out with the kids. It's more practical and appropriate."
"So what's it gonna take for me to see you back in the bikini?"
My face flushes red, and my stomach swarms with butterflies. This is exactly how I used to feel back in school with him. "You'll have to figure that out on your own," I tell him as I place down the last towel and go to join the kids out in the water.
I look at him still on the shore, he's watching me, but you can see the gears in his head turning to figure out exactly what he has to do to get me to wear my bikini again.
Steve eventually joins us in the water, and we play Marco Polo. Steve is currently Marco, while the kids and I are Polo.
"Marco!"
"Polo" We all say in unison.
Steve gets closer and closer to me. "Are you cheating, Steve?"
"Nope, but your talking is making it much easier for me to find you, Y/N! Marco!"
"Polo!"
I feel two big hands wrap around my waist. "Got you!" The feeling in my stomach happens again.
"Ugh, Steve, you are way too good at this game," Tracey says. "You've gotten every single one of us."
"What can I say, they don't call me King Steve for nothin." All the kids laugh at him. He still has his hands on my waist, but I swim out of his hold. The loss of his touch feels cold.
"It's almost time for dinner, we should head back to the cabins," I tell all of them." They groan. "Don't forget to rinse off! You don't want to smell like the lake at dinner. Trust me."
The kids run off back to the showers, while Steve and I clean up our area.
"Well, that was fun." He says. "You're pretty bad at being Polo."
"I know you were cheating. Was that your excuse to get your hands on me?”
"Would you be mad at me if I said it was?"
Heat rushes through my entire body. I feel hot and flustered that he just admitted to wanting an excuse to be able to touch me. I can't keep pushing down the feelings I used to have for him. "No. I wouldn't be."
"Good to know."He smirks, "See you at dinner," and starts walking to his cabin.
"Fuck." I whisper to myself.
I rinse off, then get back to the cabin to get ready for dinner. Once again, Heather is nowhere to be seen. I'm starving, so I leave for dinner without her knowing she'll come find me at some point.
I get my food and sit at one of the empty tables.
As I'm eating, a tray gets slammed down next to me. I'm expecting it to be Heather, but I'm face-to-face with Steve Harrington.
"Well, yes, of course, Steve, you can totally sit there! I wasn't saving it for Heather or anything." I say sarcastically.
He laughs at my dramatics when we hear two more trays being slammed down in front of us.
Billy and Heather sit across from us, and boy do they look like a mess.
"What the hell happened to you guys?" I ask them. Their hair is going every which way, Billy's top is unbuttoned way lower than he had it originally, and Heather's lips are swollen and bright red. Oh god.
They giggle when they see I've realized what they've done.
We fall into a comfortable chatter over dinner. Talking about our days and what the kids are like.
"Y/N and I have a good bunch. They're sweet, and you can already see their personalities shining through their shyness." It's cute hearing how Steve talks about the kids.
Once dinner is finished, it's free time until lights out. The four of us head out to the nightly bonfire. It's not long before Heather speaks up.
"Billy and I are going to hang back at the cabin. Maybe don't come back for another 30 minutes to an hour? Okay cool? Love you!" I don't even get to object before they are gone.
"I thought they were strict on the rules of no opposite sex allowed in the cabins," Steve asks.
"They are, but they've gotten lazy over the years. They focus more on the kids rather than us adults."
He hums. "You wanna come over to mine? We could listen to music. I brought my radio and cassette tapes."
I have nothing else to do since my roommate is gone and probably having sex in our room for the next hour, so I accept Steve's offer.
We get into his cabin, still trying to keep an eye out for Ross or Margaret. I sit against Billy's bed on the floor. Steve is sitting against his.
He places the radio between us. "Any suggestions?" he asks, referring to his cassettes.
"Got any Michael Jackson in there?"
"That I do." He looks through his tapes and finds it. He puts it in his radio, and Human Nature starts playing.
"God, I love this song." I close my eyes and move my head to the rhythm. I open my eyes to see Steve already looking at me with a smile on his face.
"What?" I say.
"Nothing, just looking." He moves to sit shoulder to shoulder with me.
"What have you been up to since high school?" He asks. A tinge of hurt surges through me because he could have known. If he had just called me, we'd still have been friends and know what each other had been doing. I don't call him out on it, though.
"Nothing much, I worked as a server for a bit, but now I'm at a school as a teacher aide. Then I do this during the summers."
"That's nice, seems like you got yourself figured out." he says in return.
"Yeah. How about you?" I ask.
"Well, I worked at an ice cream shop for a bit, then a video store, after that at the local radio station, and now I'm figuring out my next steps."
"And what's that?"
He thinks about it hard. "Not sure. I know I want a serious job. One that will provide for my future."
"What kind of future?" Knowing Steve, it's probably the best new car on the market that he can show off to his friends. But he says the complete opposite,
"A wife and kids. A family."
Well, I wasn't expecting that. Steve Harrington wants to settle down soon? It's sweet, actually.
Before I can respond, Billy walks through the front door.
"Your cabin is vacant again! Thank you, Y/N. We owe you big time." He says as he walks to the bathroom and shuts the door. I look at Steve with a smile.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Steve. I had fun tonight. I'll check on the kids to make sure lights are out on the way back to mine."
"Me too, and thanks. Night, Y/N."
"I can't do this. Leave me to die!" Paul, one of our campers, says to us.
Today we are hiking, and the kids are not enjoying it. I've heard complaining ever since we left camp. Steve and I look at each other and decide we can take a break for a second.
It's been a couple of days since we were in his cabin alone. We've taken the kids kayaking, played volleyball, and had a water balloon fight. We are getting along quite well. My crush on him has definitely been fueled by the little things he does. For example, before dinner yesterday, he picked me up from my cabin, and we walked to the cafeteria with his arm around my shoulder. My stomach fluttered again at the thought. I need to cut it out, but it's hard to when I have this view right in front of me.
Steve stands on top of a rock looking out into the mountains with no shirt on, sweat dripping down his chest through the hair that's there. All while wearing the shortest shorts known to man. I don't know if it's the sun getting me hot, or him, but it goes straight to my core.
"Steve? Should we just turn around? The kids are over it, and the sun will go down soon. We have to make it back before the movie."
Tonight, the camp is projecting Poltergeist in the quad. The kids have the choice to watch it or not. I, for one, enjoy a good scary movie, but it creeps me out that we will be out in the woods while watching it.
"Okay, fine, but by the end of this summer, we are making it to the top, and I don't want to hear any complaints then." He tells the kids, and they promise him that they will. Sounds good to me if I get to see him in his sexy little shorts again.
We make it back to the camp, and I head to the showers to rinse off. I walk back to the cabin to find Heather getting ready for the movie.
"I am so excited to get an excuse to cuddle up next to Billy. If Ross or Margaret says anything, I'll just tell them I'm deathly afraid of scary movies." She tells me as she swipes mascara over her lashes.
"Hey, I thought we were supposed to sit and watch it together," I say. We always do every year for scary movie night.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I really like Billy, and I told him I'd sit with him tonight. Join us! Why don't you bring Steve?"
I just sigh and continue to get ready. I throw on a sweatshirt and shorts.
A couple of knocks at the door fill the silence. I go to get up to open it, but Heather beats me.
"Hi, baby," I hear while slipping on my shoes, and the door shuts. I take a deep breath and walk out the front door but slam into a body.
"Jesus, Steve, you scared the shit out of me." I put my hand over my chest.
"We haven't even started the movie yet, and you're already scared?" He laughs.
"Well, maybe don't just stand outside a girl's cabin like a creep." I playfully roll my eyes.
"Hey, nice sweatshirt." I look down and realize I threw the one he gave me that first night here.
"Sorry, I've been meaning to give it back to you." I tell him.
"It's fine, looks better on you anyway." We continue to follow the trail to the quad when I feel a hand around my wrist. "Would you maybe wanna sit with me during the movie?" He asks. I look up into his eyes and see that he's nervous.
I smile. "Yes, of course." He has the biggest smile on his face I've ever seen.
"Good cause I've already set up our spot." He jogs up to it.
He has multiple blankets lying on the ground, pillows from his cabin, and snacks for us.
"This is so sweet, Steve!" I walk over and hug him. We get comfortable while the credits start to roll. We lay side by side, shoulder to shoulder. It's a bit awkward, but neither of us wants to get too close.
It's about halfway through the movie when I jump at one of the scenes. I scoot closer to Steve, and he lets it happen. He smells exactly like his sweatshirt, and I melt into him.
When the movie is over, everyone packs their things and heads back to their cabins. Steve walks me to our front door, but stops me before I go inside.
"I know it's lights out, but I don't want to stop hanging out with you." I blush. This is all I ever wanted from Steve back in high school. "Will you meet me down by the lake in thirty? We can just sit and talk." I nod.
He puts his hands on my lower back and pulls me closer to him. Our faces nearly clashing against one another. He looks down at my lips, and I take that as my green light and close the gap between us.
The kiss starts out soft, but turns messy. His tongue swirls against mine, and his hand goes down to grab my ass. I moan into his mouth. He's the one to pull apart first.
"See you down there in thirty."
I get in the cabin and quickly explain to Heather that I'm going to shower before bed. She gives me a look of 'I know you're up to something' but doesn't pry.
Just for Steve, I put on my bikini that I wore the first day we went down to the lake. I quickly put my clothes back on so Heather doesn't suspect anything. I brush my teeth, put deodorant on, and walk outside. I look everywhere around the camp to make sure no one sees me. All the lights seem to be off; the only thing lighting up the trail is the moon.
The lake is about a ten-minute walk from all the cabins. It's creepy walking out here all alone at night, but no one will suspect we're down here since it's pretty far.
I get closer to the lake and see Steve sitting on a blanket. I jog up and sit beside him.
"Hey," he says and smashes his lips to mine. After getting that first taste earlier, I never want to stop. The kiss gets steamier as he leans forward, causing me to lie on my back so he can hover over me. I let it go on for a couple of minutes before I place a hand on his chest and sit back up.
I stand up, take off my shirt and shorts, and run towards the lake in my bikini.
"Y/N? Are you crazy? It's fucking freezing in there." He calls out to me.
I dive into the water, and it is fucking freezing, but he makes my body so hot that it feels good.
"Steve, come in. It feels amazing."
"I don't know, Y/N. I didn't even bring my trunks."
"Then come in your boxers!" I yell out to him with a laugh. I didn't mean for that to come out dirty.
He laughs, "You want me to what?"
He keeps stalling, and I'm starting to freeze my ass off in here, so I do one thing that I know will get him to come in. I untie my bikini top and throw it towards him. "Steve, get in here now!"
He catches the article of clothing, not realizing what it is. He spreads it out in front of him, and his eyes look like they are going to come out of his head. "Fuck." He immediately strips down to his boxers and runs towards me.
"I knew that would get you in here," I say to him as he scoops me up in his arms, and my legs wrap around him.
He looks down at my breasts. "Fuck you're beautiful," he says as he places small kisses all over them. His tongue licks over one of my nipples, and I moan out. He pulls it in between his lips and begins to suck while his other hand massages my other boob. He groans against my skin.
I reach my hand up into his hair and comb my fingers through. “Shit, Steve, that feels so good.” Suddenly, the water isn’t so cold anymore.
He releases my nipple and maintains eye contact as he starts to kiss up my chest towards my neck. "I'm so hard for you right now." He pulls my body lower on his hips, and our clothed cores meet. It's like electricity shoots through me. I grind a little, so there's some relief between us.
The whimper he makes against my neck is straight sex. Fuck, I need him so bad it's starting to feel uncomfortable. I untangle my legs from being wrapped around him, so we are standing in front of one another. I take my hand and drag it from his chest down to his clothed cock and give it a squeeze. "Shit," he whispers under his breath while looking at my hand.
I lean in to kiss right below his ear. "I want you to take me back to shore," I say, squeezing harder. "And fuck me so hard that I feel it all day tomorrow."
He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the water. He sets me down on the blanket and starts kissing down my body. His mouth hovers over my covered pussy, the heat from his breath making me squirm.
"Untie them," I tell him. He looks down at my bikini bottoms. "With your mouth."
He doesn't say a word but grabs the tie of my bikini bottoms in between his teeth and pulls, leaving one side undone. He repeats on the other. His fingers grab onto the piece of fabric and rip it out from under me.
I sit there with my legs open, my pussy completely on display for him under the moonlight. He takes no time in diving right in like he's been starving for years.
"Fuck Steve!" I scream out. He laps up the wetness he caused from teasing my nipples earlier in the water. He moans against me, vibrations hitting my core, enhancing the pleasure. "Just like that, don't stop."
He focuses his small licks on my clit when I feel him starting to fuck his fingers into me. "Oh, my god," I look at him with watery eyes, eyebrows scrunched, my mouth o shaped. He stares at me while I see him trying to relieve himself by grinding into the ground.
I'm so close when he pulls his fingers out of me and rubs them over my clit, fast. "Be a good girl and come for me right fucking now." The feeling in my lower stomach snaps, and I'm coming all over his fingers. “So good, baby.”
His mouth licks up my come from my pussy before turning me on my stomach. He grabs my hips and pulls them up so my ass is in the air. "I'm gonna fuck you from behind, and you better take it."
"I will, baby, I will." I tell him. He wastes no time in slamming his big cock right into my wet slit.
"Fuck! You’re so big!" I choke out. It stings, but is soon replaced by pleasure once he's thrusting into me and hitting my G-spot. His rough hands pull my hips to meet his thrusts.
"That's my fucking girl. Taking my cock just like that." I feel a sting of pain on my ass when I realize he just spanked me. Wetness rushes through my pussy, "You liked that? You like it when I spank you, baby?" He spanks the other side. "I can feel you squeezing my cock." I can only moan in response.
He moves his fingers to stimulate my clit while he continues to pound into me. "I'm not going to be able to hold it much longer, baby. I want you to come on my cock, then I'm going to pull out." I nod and whine in agreement.
"Steve!" Seconds later, I feel myself coming all over him. He fucks me through my orgasm, and pulls out quickly.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come." I turn over on my back so I'm facing his cock while he towers over me.
"Come on my tits, Steve." His face is scrunched, hand working over time to get himself to his end. I squeeze my boobs together, and next thing you know, warm spurts are covering me while Steve moans out into the night.
Holy fucking shit. It's silent apart from our heavy breathing after what just happened.
I feel Steve grab his t-shirt and wipe his come off my chest. "Are you okay?" He asks out of breath.
"Never been better." I laugh and lean in to kiss him.
We lay tangled against each other with a blanket covering us. It has to be around midnight by now.
Steve breaks the comfortable silence. "Why didn't you answer the phone when I called you that one summer?"
My heart sinks and I break out into full body chills.
“What are you talking about?” I ask while I look into his eyes. They are full of pain.
“That summer, I told you I’d call you but when I did, you never answered. Thought you didn’t want anything to do with me.” He says while keeping his arm around me. I slowly move to sit up out of his hold.
“Steve, that’s bullshit. You never called me. I waited that whole summer for it, and it never came.” I sighed. “Then the next school year came, and you acted like I didn’t exist. I felt so dumb thinking that you actually saw me as a friend or possibly more.” I feel a tear roll down my face as I recall old feelings.
“I called you multiple times, Y/N.” He moves so we’re face-to-face. “I did like you, I still do. I even memorized your number because I didn’t want to forget it if I lost the paper.” He wipes a tear off my face. “I didn’t talk to you that school year because I thought you hated me. I was just trying to give you your space, baby.”
I see in his face that he’s genuine. His eyes are watery from looking at the hurt on my face. He called me? And I didn’t pick up? It just doesn’t make any sense. I had the phone on my nightstand at all times, waiting for his call. I wouldn’t have missed it.
“You really called me? Multiple times?” I sniffle.
“I called twelve times before I gave up. 765-356-8298.”
My jaw drops. No. No no no no.
“Steve.” He sees the change in my tone.
“What? What is it? Is someone coming? Fuck we need to hide.” He starts grabbing our stuff to get up and run.
“Steve!” He stops what he’s doing and notices I’m still sitting on the ground.
“Y/N, what is it?”
“That’s not my number.” He drops everything from his hands. “My number is 765-356-8289. The last two numbers are switched.” I don’t know whether or not to cry or laugh.
“You’ve got to be shitting me.” He looks disappointed in himself. “This whole time I could’ve had you? I wasted so much time because I messed up the last two digits of your cell?” He crouches back down to me and places his hand on my cheek. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I lost the paper with your phone number on it, so I was going off what I had memorized.” He kisses me. “I never meant to make you feel unwanted. I wanted you so bad that summer. It ruined me when you weren’t picking up the phone.”
I smile up at him. “Steve, it’s not your fault. It was a simple mistake. I’m sorry for ever doubting you.” I place a small, delicate kiss on his lips. “Maybe it was meant to happen? Maybe we were supposed to come to Camp Hawkins and start over.”
He smiles and then crashes his body into me. We make out for a bit longer when he checks his watch to see it’s 1 am. We are in the middle of putting our clothes on when we see a flashlight shine towards the lake.
“Shit, Steve, someone’s coming,” I whisper-shout to him. We gather our things, but not quick enough for Ross, who’s walking right towards us.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” He looks between us two. “I can understand Steve sneaking out after lights out, but Y/N? Seriously? You’re our top counselor. What were you thinking?”
“I’m sorry Ro-“ I’m cut off by Steve.
“It’s my fault, sir. I begged her to come out here with me when she didn’t want to in the first place. Don’t get her in any trouble, it’s all on me.” Steve tells Ross.
Ross studies both of us. He lets out an annoyed breath, “You guys do realize you are breaking a major rule here?" We both nod. "I’m going to let this slide one time since I’ve never had any trouble with you, Y/N. This is your warning, don’t let me catch you guys out after ten again. Now get back to your cabins.”
Steve and I waste no time in getting back to our cabins. We run hand in hand, laughing at the fact that we just got caught.
He walks me to the front porch of my cabin, his face serious. I can tell he’s trying to gather his words and thoughts.
“I want you to be mine, Y/N.” He looks deeply into my eyes. “I don’t want to waste any more time without you. I already lost four years of what could’ve been us.” He places a soft kiss on my lips. “Seeing you interact with the kids the way you do gave me glimpses into my future. I want you in my future.” My eyes scan over his face. I take my hand to his cheek and brush over the line that is between his eyebrows.
My heart feels like it’s about to burst. Steve Harrington sees a future with me. He sees me as a wife. He sees kids with me. He sees us having a family.
“I want you in my future too.” I confess with a smile.
Our lips meet once again in a passionate kiss. This wasn’t like the rest of them; this one is filled with confessed feelings and love. He says goodbye and walks towards his cabin.
I get inside and lean against the door, biting back a smile. I cannot believe that just happened.
The next few weeks are full of sneaking around and trying to keep our relationship a secret. We've told no one. We have spots we meet up at, like the lake, deeper into the forest, and out at Steve's car.
Our most recent spot was in the showers, long after lights out.
"Oh, fuck-Steve!" I cry out while he's slamming his cock up into me. He holds me up against the cold tiles of the shower. My thighs squeeze around his hips, while he bites down on one of my pebbled nipples.
"Baby, be quiet, or we'll stop." Steve breathes out against my chest. "And trust me, I don't want to stop fucking you."
I never want this summer to end, but sadly, the last full day is here.
Steve gets the kids and me out of our cabins and on our way to the mountain hike bright and early.
"You guys thought I would forget about this, huh?" He laughs at the kids. They aren't very happy that he's making them do this hike, but they did promise him.
Steve looks so sexy in front of me with the kids. I can't wait to be the mother of his children one day.
We are so close to the top when the kids ask for one last break.
"Please, Steve, let us sit for a sec," Gina begs him.
"Guys, we are seriously only a couple of steps to the top. We can take a long break at the top. Now, let's go!" I giggle at all the kids groaning.
We finally make it to the top and the kids scream in happiness.
I stand at the edge of the cliff to look at the beautiful view. It seems like the forest goes on for miles and miles.
Hands wrap around my waist, and Steve's face nuzzles into my neck.
"Steve, not in front of the kids." I whisper-shout at him.
"You guys don't have to hide in front of us." We turn around towards the kids. "We know you guys like each other, we've just been waiting for you two to realize it," Hellen says. Huh. These kids don't miss a single thing.
"Well, in that case," Steve says and pulls me into a kiss. I hear a mixture of 'ews' and 'aws' from the kids, which makes me laugh into the kiss.
We finally get back to camp after our long hike back down. There was still complaining, but not as bad as on the way up. Steve asked me to meet him in his cabin while everyone was out at the last bonfire, which is why I'm standing on his front porch.
I'm about to knock on the door when it swings open and I'm pulled in.
"Hi, baby." He says between kisses.
"Hi Steve."
He leads me to his bed before putting on a Madonna tape, per my request. Crazy For You starts playing on his radio. I'm lying on my back as he hovers over my body, and our lips meet again. He parts the kiss for a moment.
"This has been the best four weeks of my life, Y/N." He smiles. "It made me realize a lot of things. You don't have to say it back, but the main thing is that it made me realize that I love you."
My eyes water at his confession. "Of course I'm going to say it back, you idiot. I love you too, Steve."
"I told you!"
I've been hearing that for the past hour. I decided to tell Heather about Steve and me since we are leaving camp today. We don't have to hide anymore when we go back to Hawkins.
"You didn't want to listen, but I saw right through you two!" I laugh. "See, change can be good Y/N. It's not all bad."
It hits me in this moment that she's right. It got me to exactly where I want to be. And that's with Steve.
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ secret bf!eddie not being able to control himself around you
you haven’t told anyone about your relationship yet — wanting to keep the intimacy of your brand new fling to yourselves for the time being.
as the days and weeks go by, you and eddie are finding it increasingly harder to do so.
especially today, when you’re all at steve’s house cooling off from the harsh indiana summer heat.
your swimsuit has eddie’s mouth watering. you look so fucking hot, with your nipples poking through the fabric and your ass barely peeking out from underneath.
it takes him a minute to register that steve is calling out to him, and it takes him even longer to realize he’d completely zoned out staring at you.
but he doesn’t give a shit. not anymore. not when you look this damn good.
before you can even process what’s going on, eddie’s hands are on your hips, turning you away from robin to plant his lips firmly against yours.
you melt into him, arms wrapping around the back of his neck. you can feel him smile against your lips as he kisses you one more time before nuzzling his nose with yours.
“sorry, sweetheart,” he whispers, “couldn’t help myself.”
you’re about to respond when you’re cut off by steve yelling, “ha!! i knew it!!!! robin, you owe me twenty bucks!!”
You always hated Eddie Munson. Until you two spent seven minutes in a dark closet together
WC 1500
Warnings: suggestive themes, enemies to lovers.
A/N: I read a great fic on the same topic and was challenged to write my own by @bslcry
The bottle of Jack was three-quarters gone and Eddie Munson was responsible for at least half of that.
He was also, currently, perched on the back of Tina’s couch like some kind of gargoyle — one boot on the cushion, one elbow on his knee, chin in his palm. Eddie enjoyed watching the party below, he came to ruin everyone’s good time simply by existing and it was going well.
It was an art form.
“He’s doing the stare again,” someone whispered.
“Don’t make eye contact.”
Eddie smiled. Tilted his head. Made direct, unblinking eye contact with a sophomore who immediately turned away and walked into a wall.
Oh yeah, Eddie loved parties.
He pulled the rings from his fingers one by one and put them back on in a different order. Took a swig of warm Jack. Watched a cheerleader explain to her boyfriend why Eddie Munson was “literally dangerous” and “probably in a cult.”
He raised his bottle in a toast to her. She squeaked. Boyfriend puffed his chest.
Eddie flicked his tongue.
Art. Form.
The bass from some terrible pop song thumped through the walls of the fancy house. Munson was already halfway to orbit—weed and various alcohol combined in his bloodstream creating a soft haze. Mission accomplished: jocks kept side-eyeing him, cheerleaders whispered: “freak show,” “Satan’s roadie,” and “the guy who fucks his guitar.”
Eddie heard you before he clocked you — that voice, bright and mean.
“Oh good, the freak’s here. Like we don’t have enough of him at school”
He turned.
You were standing with a cluster of your friends — he knew your name, knew your type, had been enduring your commentary since sophomore year in the hallway, in the cafeteria, once in the parking lot when you’d called him a quote, “walking dispensary”. You were wearing a short white dress, arms crossed, cup in hand, looking at him the way people look at gum on a shoe.
Eddie looked you over and flicked his tongue between V fingers.
“C'mere, poisoned rose.”
You made a throwing up gesture and your friends laughed. The group moved to another room like a flock of sheep. Party went on. Munson leaned out of the window and lit a cigarette.
The 7 Minutes in Heaven game was Tina’s idea, which meant it was inevitable, cause she hosted.
A bottle. A closet. Timed on someone’s Casio. The usual theater of high school desperation.
Eddie had zero intention of participating until approximately the moment you rolled your eyes and said, loud enough for the circle to hear: “Can someone make sure Munson doesn’t play? I don’t want to die of whatever he has.”
He sat down in the circle and smiled at you across it.
You looked like you’d bitten into something sour.
The bottle spun. Dark green glass reflected the light. Slowing, slowing —then stopping, neck pointing at Eddie.
He spread his hands. Well.
It spun again.
It stopped at you.
The silence was beautiful.
“Absolutely not,” you said.
“Game’s a game,” Tina said, already herding people back and opening the closet door ready to enjoy giggling and guessing that will start as soon as the door closes behind you two.
“I’m not going in a closet with him.”
“Seven minutes,” Eddie said pleasantly, unfolding from the floor, “or you forfeit. Those are the terms. I didn’t make the rules.”
He gestured graciously toward the open closet door.
You looked at him. At the door. At your friends, who were completely failing to hide their delight at this development.
You walked into the closet.
Eddie followed.
The door clicked shut. The Casio beeped. Darkness swallowed you both, the air was warm, cramped, and smelled like lavender and Eddie’s leather jacket.
You told him immediately. “If you think I’m touching you, Munson, you’re even more delusional than everyone thinks.”
Eddie’s voice came low, amused, a little slurred. “Relax, princess. I’m not here for your virtue. Though word on the street is goats are scarce this time of year. Gotta make do with what’s available for a proper virgin sacrifice.”
You scoffed. “Keep dreaming. I’m not a virgin. Why does it have to be a virgin anyway?”
“You know,” he said, “I heard someone once say — and I thought this was kind of profound — that if you offer someone a sandwich, it’s better if nobody’s already—” he paused, and his voice was perfectly, infuriatingly pleasant — “you know. Messed with the sandwich before.”
You shoot him a glance that could kill.
He felt it even in the dark.
“Did you just compare me to a sandwich?”
Then a small, thin beam of light clicked on. You flinched. “What is that—”
“Keychain.” He angled it down, away from your eyes, so it threw a dim glow between you. A little skull-shaped flashlight, dangling off his house key. “I go to a lot of dark places.”
“Literally or figuratively?”
“Yes,” he said and hung the light on the coat hanger.
You stared at it. Then at him — half-lit from one side, sharp jawline with stubble, hair messy, completely at ease in the absurdity of the situation that was deeply annoying to you.
You opened your mouth for another cutting remark, but Eddie moved faster than a guy that stoned should’ve been able to. He caught your wrists, lifted them above your head, and pinned them gently but firmly against the shelves. The wood creaked. Your breath hitched.
“Shh,” he murmured, voice dropping into that velvet-dungeon-master register, warm hand gently covering your mouth for a second. “The ritual demands it. Arms up. Offer yourself to the dark powers.”
Those damn rings dragged against your skin, slowly down the side of your neck, over your collarbone, tracing the neckline of your white mini dress. Just gliding. In some order, like he was drawing infernal sigils on you.
You hated how your body reacted. The pulse pumping up, your nipples getting hard and sensitive, the goosebumps on the back of your arm.
“I’m stretching you on the altar in a pure white dress,” he murmured, “I paint unholy symbols on your body and raise the obsidian blade over your heart.” He traced the sharp edge of his ring over the swell of your breast, barely covered by the revealing neckline.
His breath hovered over your ear and deep voice demanded:
“Surrender”
You felt the heat of his body, his hardness touching your lower belly, pressing in. His lips ghosted down your neck, barely touching.
“Offer yourself to my Master through me” Eddie traced the hem of your dress waiting for your verbal or nonverbal permission. You wanted it. You hated how much.
The ring traced your throat. “The blade is breaking the skin on your neck, surrender your body or your life.”
A stupid, traitorous tear slipped down your cheek.
Eddie noticed immediately. He leaned in, and licked the tear off your cheek with one slow, slick swipe of his tongue.
“Delicious,” he whispered. “Bratty girls cry the sweetest.”
Your knees actually buckled. The air felt too thick. Your mouth went dry. For once in your life, you had nothing smart to say.
“I surrender,” you whispered, parting your lips as you breathed out.
He kissed you so gently it demolished the last wall standing — and then his hand bunched the fabric of your dress at your hip, and your leg lifted almost involuntarily, and Eddie took over your mouth properly, with his teeth and his tongue, angling to get deeper, and you let him, you let him.
A fist pounded on the door. “Time’s up, freaks!”
Eddie released your wrists but didn’t step back right away. He gave you that signature smug, dimpled grin in the dim light.
You stumbled out first. The hallway felt blinding. Your legs were shaking so badly you had to brace a hand on the wall. The circle of partygoers went dead silent at the sight of you—flushed, quiet, white dress slightly rumpled, another tear track still glistening on your cheek.
Eddie stepped out easy, hands in his pockets, looking unbearably pleased with himself.
Someone whistled. “Damn, Munson. What’d you do to her?”
Eddie just winked, voice loud enough for the whole hallway. “Gave her a cathartic experience.”
You shot him a glare that was supposed to be withering but landed somewhere closer to dazed.
Your friends surged toward you. What happened? Are you okay? What did he DO?
“Nothing,” you said. “He was weird. It was disgusting.”You sat down on the couch holding your cup with both hands.
They believed you instantly.
You were, statistically, a very good liar.
The next pair got shoved into the closet. The party resumed its noise. And then, just under the music, close enough that only you could hear it:
“Until next time.” A pause. “Or are we doing this properly?”
You didn’t answer. You looked at the stairs.
Just once. Just briefly. A flicker of a glance that lasted half a second and said everything.
Behind you, you heard him push off the wall.
“Don’t keep me waiting, princess”
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description: after a messy breakup, being trapped in the upside down with your ex-boyfriend is the last thing you want. unfortunately, almost dying has a funny way of putting things into perspective.
pairing: eddie x ex gf!reader
tags: eddie x you, no y/n, exs to lovers, second chance romance, hurt/comfort, protective eddie, light(ish) post-breakup angst, satisfying fluff, crawl gone wrong, insisting on changing pairs, robin is sick of their bullshit, steve the relationship counselor
TW: violence, severe injury, blood
WC: 7.3k
A/N: based on a request by @enne02 hope you enjoy:)!! this one had me in my feels idk why LOL. reblogs are a writer's best friend<3 (if you know where this title is from, you know ball)
“Alright,” Steve said, pulling his arms tightly together. “Then it’s decided. Tomorrow, the girls will each wear an article of El and Max’s clothing to throw off the Demodogs.”
“They seem to be gunning for the two of them,” Dustin continued. “El for, well, obvious reasons. And Max, because she has dodged Vecna’s curse like, a thousand times. We add some of their blood to make the scent stronger, and some of Nancy and Robin’s to theirs, so the scent is thrown off. Sound good?”
“Yeah, I love being live bait,” Robin says sarcastically, scanning over to you and Nancy.
Nancy just nods in agreement before looking down at you on the couch.
“What about Will?” You ask, nodding over to the next room. He sat with his back to the group, eyes staring out the window ahead, headphones tight around his head. “Won’t their connection just immediately give this whole plan away?”
Jonathan sighs and closes the door, “He won’t be coming with us. He’s gonna stay at the squawk with my mom and Lucas in case Vecna’s spying. He won’t even be in communication with us.”
You nod once, flashing him a quick sympathetic smile.
“Alright!” Dustin claps his hands together. “Meet at Lover’s Lake gate sunrise tomorrow.”
The room filled with the sound of shifting bodies and tired sighs as everyone slowly stood from their spots around the Byers' living room.
Robin immediately groaned. “Awesome. Another sunrise meetup. Love that for us.”
“You complain every single time,” Steve muttered, grabbing his car keys off the coffee table.
“Because every single time we almost die, Steve.”
“Fair.”
Nancy was already gathering scattered papers from the table, slipping them into her bag with practiced efficiency. Jonathan disappeared toward the kitchen, mumbling something about coffee, while Dustin launched himself into explaining some other part of the plan to Mike for the third time that night.
You pushed yourself up from the couch slowly, exhaustion heavy in your bones. And unfortunately, your eyes caught Eddie’s from across the room.
He stood near the hallway entrance, arms crossed tightly over his chest, fingers tapping nervously against his forearm. His eyes flicked over you for barely a second before looking away just as quickly. Still couldn’t look at each other normally.
Cool. Normal. Totally fine.
You moved first, grabbing your jacket off the arm of the couch. “I’m gonna head out.”
“I’ll walk you,” Nancy offered immediately.
Before you could answer, Eddie suddenly pushed himself off the wall.
“I got it.”
The room went weirdly quiet for half a second. Robin’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline while Steve looked physically exhausted by the tension.
You stared at Eddie. “I think I can make it to the front door alone.”
“Wasn’t saying you couldn’t,” he muttered.
God. There it was, that sharp edge the two of you had been dancing around for months now.
Nancy glanced between the two of you carefully before stepping back. “Okay then.”
You brushed past Eddie toward the door, hearing his boots follow a second later.
The cold night air hit immediately once the front door opened, damp and sharp against your skin. Crickets buzzed faintly somewhere in the distance while the porch light flickered overhead.
You descended the steps first, and Eddie lingered behind you awkwardly.
“You really think this plan’s gonna work?” you asked quietly.
Eddie shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Nope.”
You huffed out a laugh despite yourself, and his mouth twitched faintly at the sound.
“But,” he added, softer, “it’s the best shot we got.”
You hated how easy it still was to stand beside him. Hated how your body still recognized him instantly. The smell of cigarettes and leather and that stupid cologne you bought him lingered in the cold air between you.
“You should probably get some sleep,” he said finally.
You glanced over at him. “You too.”
There was a moment of hesitation between you, then Eddie rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, curls falling into his face.
“Listen, about tomorrow—”
“We’ll figure it out. Night,” you said quickly, opening your car door and closing it just as fast.
“Night,” he muttered to himself, tapping the hood of your car once.
The Upside Down always felt wrong immediately.
The air was thicker here. Wet, heavy with rot and ash and something metallic that clung to the back of your throat every time you breathed too deeply.
The sky stretched above the group in angry shades of red and black lightning, spores drifting lazily through the air like toxic snow, every step squelching beneath your boots.
“God,” Robin muttered, pulling the sleeves of Max’s sweatshirt farther over her hands. “I seriously forgot how much this place smells like a dead animal’s asshole.”
“That is… unbelievably specific,” Nancy replied.
“It’s accurate, though.”
Steve ignored them, flashlight tucked beneath his arm as he unfolded the rough map Jonathan had drawn the night before.
“The crawlspace splits about a mile ahead,” Steve continued. “We cover more ground if we break into pairs.”
“Cool,” Robin nodded. “Dibs on not dying.”
Steve pointed around the group. “Nancy, you’re with Johnathan. Robin, you’re with Dustin and me—” He paused briefly. “Eddie, you and...”
“No.”
The answer left your mouth immediately. Sharp enough that even the distant growls echoing through the Upside Down suddenly felt quieter. Eddie’s head turned toward you instantly.
Steve blinked. “What?”
“I said no.”
You adjusted the shotgun strap harsher than necessary across your shoulder before looking anywhere except Eddie.
“What about Nancy?” you asked. “I’ll go with her.”
Steve shook his head immediately. “Nope. Both sharpshooters can’t be together.”
“Robin then.”
“Also no,” he replied. “You and Robin both have El's blood scent on you. Two El's means a dead giveaway.”
You clenched your jaw. Of course, there was a reason for everything; of course, it made sense. But still...
“No,” you repeated more quietly this time.
Steve sighed heavily like a tired father of six. “Seriously?”
You finally looked at Eddie, and big mistake. Because he looked just as frustrated as you felt, maybe even a little more exhausted from the situation than you were.
“Jesus Christ,” Robin whispered under her breath. “They’re divorced.”
“We were never married,” you snapped instantly.
“Yet,” Dustin mumbled.
You whipped around. “Whatever. Come on, Dustin.”
The kid blinked. “Wait, what?”
“You heard me.”
“Uh—”
“Dustin. Let’s go.”
Your voice cracked through the air hard enough that nearby spores trembled slightly as you shoved past the group toward the forest line. Dustin looked between you and Eddie like a hostage negotiator trying not to die.
Steve slowly lifted both hands. “Hey, Henderson?”
“Yeah?”
“I wouldn’t argue with an angry girl holding a shotgun.”
Dustin nodded immediately. “Excellent point.”
“Seriously?” Eddie muttered.
Dustin pointed apologetically at himself before jogging after you. “Sorry, man! Self-preservation!”
Robin watched the two of you disappear into the foggy tree line before glancing sideways at Eddie. “…So how bad was the breakup exactly?”
Eddie stared after you quietly for a long moment. “Bad enough,” he said finally, “that she’d rather walk into monster-infested hell with a fifteen-year-old.”
The three of them moved carefully through the wreckage of downtown Hawkins, flashlights cutting through the thick haze drifting between abandoned cars and crumbling storefronts.
Somewhere in the distance, something screeched. Robin immediately tightened her grip on the flare gun in her hands.
“Mm. Hate that sound. Really hate that sound.”
“Pretty sure that’s the point,” Steve muttered from the front.
Store signs flickered weakly overhead, vines pulsing slowly up the sides of buildings like veins beneath skin.
Eddie barely noticed any of it. Because every few seconds, his eyes kept drifting back toward the tree line where you and Dustin had disappeared twenty minutes ago.
“You know,” she said casually, “if you stare any harder, I think you might actually burn a hole right through the fog.”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”
“No, seriously,” Steve added. “It’s getting pathetic.”
“I’m literally just walking.”
“You basically broke your neck turning around five seconds ago.”
Eddie scoffed softly and adjusted the strap of the spear against his shoulder. “She’s fine.”
Steve hummed knowingly. “Uh huh.”
The group ducked beneath a collapsed power line before continuing down the street.
Robin glanced between the two boys. “Wait, hold on. I actually don’t know what happened between you two.”
Eddie groaned immediately. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh, come on,” she said. “We’re in hell dimension therapy hour. Spill.”
Eddie kept walking.
“Munson.”
“No.”
“Eddie.”
He sighed dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. “It was stupid.”
“That means it was definitely your fault,” Robin replied instantly.
“One-hundred percent,” Steve nodded.
Eddie shot both of them a glare before finally relenting. “Chrissy needed a ride home after a game one night.”
Robin blinked. “That’s it?”
“I didn’t tell her beforehand,” Eddie admitted.
Steve already looked exhausted. “Oh, my God.”
“I was going to!”
“But you didn’t,” Robin pointed out.
Eddie groaned louder. “Okay, yes, thank you, I gathered that much.”
Steve shoved aside a hanging vine as they entered the shell of an old grocery store. “So she saw you?”
“Yeah.”
Robin winced. “Oh, that’s brutal.”
“It wasn’t even like that,” Eddie argued quietly. “Chrissy was upset. Jason was being a dick. I just drove her home.”
“But from her perspective?” Steve replied. “Her boyfriend disappears for half the night with the prettiest girl in school.”
Eddie looked genuinely offended. “Why does everyone keep calling Chrissy the prettiest girl in school? That's not even half-accurate.”
Robin deadpanned. "Oh."
“You still love her,” Steve said it casually, like he was commenting on the weather.
Eddie kept his eyes ahead, flashlight shaking faintly in his grip. “Doesn’t matter.”
“Kinda does when you look one bad day away from throwing up every time she talks to another guy.”
Eddie let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, well. She’s still pissed.”
Steve crawled up beside him slightly. “Did you ever actually apologize?”
“Shut up,” Eddie snapped, ears turning red beneath his curls.
Robin gasped dramatically. “Wait, wait, wait— is that why she’s so pissed? Because she thinks something happened with Chrissy?”
Eddie’s expression tightened slightly. Because yeah, that was part of it. But not all of it, not the real part.
The real part was that instead of fighting harder for you, instead of explaining, instead of chasing after you when you stormed away crying…He let you go.
And he’d regretted it every single day since.
Meanwhile, somewhere deeper in the woods of the Upside Down, you and Dustin trudged through layers of ash and rotting vines in tense silence. Well, mostly tense silence. Because Dustin physically could not stop talking if he tried.
“I’m just saying,” he continued carefully, trying to keep up with your pace, “from an outside perspective, I really don’t think Eddie cheated on you.”
You climbed over a fallen tree branch without looking at him. “Congratulations.”
“I’m serious!”
“Dustin.”
“No, because you weren’t there after, okay? He was literally miserable.”
You snorted softly. “Please.”
“I’m not kidding!” Dustin insisted. “The guy looked like someone kicked his puppy for, like… three months straight.”
“That’s dramatic.”
“He started listening to sad music.”
You glanced back at him dryly. “He already listens to sad music.”
“Okay, fair.”
Dustin ducked beneath a low-hanging vine before continuing. “But seriously, he didn’t do anything with Chrissy.”
You tightened your grip around the shotgun because it still stung hearing her name, even now. Especially now. Because logically? You knew Eddie probably hadn’t cheated. But emotionally, that night still replayed in your head perfectly.
Waiting for him, watching the clock, then seeing his van pull into the trailer park with Chrissy Cunningham in the passenger seat, laughing at something he said. And Eddie, sweet, oblivious, Eddie, looking happier with her than he had with you in weeks.
“You didn’t see them,” you muttered quietly.
Dustin sighed. “I saw him after.”
“That doesn’t change anything.”
“It should.”
You stopped walking suddenly, sending Dustin nearly crashing into your back.
“You know what the worst part was?” you asked, voice strangely calm.
The spores drifting through the air caught in your hair as you turned toward him.
“I would’ve understood if he just told me.”
Dustin’s expression softened slightly. “He always thought you were too good for him,” he admitted quietly.
That one hit harder than you expected, because yeah. You knew that already, too. Knew it every time Eddie got weird when boys looked at you too long. Every time he joked about you “slumming it” with him. Every time, he acted as if your love for him had an expiration date.
Your chest tightened unpleasantly, but before you could answer, something screeched in the distance. Both of you froze instantly.
Dustin’s face paled. “Uh…” Another screech, but closer this time. Wet. Animalistic.
You slowly lifted the shotgun. The woods around you suddenly felt very, very quiet. Then, movement, fast shadows darting between the trees. One. Two. Three—
“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Dustin whispered.
Demodogs, at least five of them. Their slick bodies slithered between the vines surrounding you both, snarling lowly as their flower-like mouths slowly opened.
You grabbed Dustin’s jacket instantly, shoving him backward. “Run.”
“You know what your problem is?” Steve asked as the three of them pushed through the hollow remains of Family Video.
Eddie sighed heavily. “Please enlighten me, Harrington.”
“You think if you screw something up once, that’s it.”
Robin nodded immediately. “Oh my God, yes. That’s exactly his problem.”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “You two done psychoanalyzing me?”
“No,” Steve replied simply.
They stepped over collapsed shelves, boots crunching through broken VHS tapes scattered across the floor. Outside, thunder rumbled through the red sky.
Steve adjusted the nail bat over his shoulder before glancing back at Eddie again. “So...did you ever actually apologize?”
Eddie’s jaw tightened. “…Not really.”
Robin looked horrified. “EDDIE.”
“What?” he defended instantly. “Things got heated!”
“She cried and dumped you, and you just let her walk away!” Robin whisper-yelled.
Eddie scrubbed both hands down his face in frustration. “I didn’t know what to say!”
Steve laughed dryly. “Well, there’s your first issue.”
“I figured if she wanted to talk to me, she would’ve.”
Robin stared at him for a long moment. “Men are genuinely stupid.”
Eddie ignored her. “She looked at me like she hated me.”
“Because she was hurt,” Robin shot back. “There’s a difference.”
Eddie went quiet at that, because deep down? He knew. Knew every sharp comment and glare from you over the last few months felt more like woundedness than hatred.
Steve slowed slightly, expression softening just a bit. “Dude.”
Eddie glanced over.
“When this is over…” Steve shrugged. “Just apologize.”
Robin pointed at him enthusiastically. “YES. Exactly. Thank you.”
“Like a real apology,” Steve continued. “Not one of your weird little jokes where you deflect halfway through.”
“I don’t do that.”
“You absolutely do that,” Robin replied.
Eddie opened his mouth to argue, but static suddenly exploded through Steve’s walkie. All three of them froze instantly. A burst of panicked breathing crackled through the speaker. Then:
“STEVE?!” Dustin, terrified.
Steve grabbed the walkie immediately. “Dustin? What happened?”
More static, heavy footsteps, and your voice somewhere in the background, shouting something muffled. Then Dustin again:
“There’s— Jesus Christ— there’s like FIVE OF THEM!” A deafening screech echoed through the radio.
Robin’s face went white instantly. “Oh, my God.”
“We’re headed east through the woods!” Dustin yelled breathlessly. “They’re right behind us!”
Steve already started moving. “Stay moving. We’re coming to you.”
The radio crackled violently. Then your voice cut through this time, sharp and panicked.
“Dustin RUN!”
Eddie’s stomach dropped instantly. A loud gunshot exploded through the walkie. Then another, then static.
Branches snapped violently beneath your boots as you and Dustin tore through the woods.
The Upside Down blurred around you in flashes of red lightning and black vines, spores whipping through the air every time you shoved past another rotting tree. Behind you, there was screeching.
“LEFT!” Dustin yelled breathlessly.
You grabbed the back of his jacket, yanking him sideways just as a Demodog launched from the trees where he’d been standing half a second before. It hit the ground hard with a wet snarl. You spun instantly:
BOOM!
The shotgun blast echoed through the forest, the flare shell exploding directly into the creature’s chest. Fire burst outward, orange flames illuminating the dark woods as the Demodog shrieked and convulsed on the ground.
“Holy shit!” Dustin yelled.
“No time!” you shouted back. “MOVE!”
The two of you sprinted again. Your lungs burned as another screech split the air, then another. Then three more answered.
Dustin looked back once and immediately paled. “Oh, that is SO many.”
Shapes darted through the fog behind you. Fast, crawling over trees and vines with horrifying speed. One leaped from the side, and you reacted instantly, grabbing Dustin by the shoulders and throwing him down as the creature flew over both your heads.
You hit the ground hard beside him. The Demodog spun immediately, flower-mouth peeling open with a shriek. Dustin scrambled backward, fumbling desperately inside his bag.
“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT—”
The creature lunged, and a Molotov cocktail smashed against its face, fire erupting instantly. The thing screamed horribly, thrashing against the dirt while Dustin stared wide-eyed at the flaming bottle in his hand.
“…That was awesome.”
“Dustin!”
“RIGHT. MOVING!”
You hauled him upright again just as another creature burst from the trees, then another, and another.
Your stomach dropped. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”
Because behind the Demodogs, towering above them in the fog…Demogorgons; at least two. Their massive silhouettes moved slowly through the trees, petals twitching open as they tracked the scent of blood soaking into the girls’ borrowed clothes.
“Okay,” Dustin said faintly. “I officially hate this plan.”
One of the Demodogs lunged. Boom. Another flare shell exploded through its jaw. The recoil nearly knocked your shoulder backward as you kept firing. One. Two. Three blasts. Fire illuminated snapping teeth and writhing vines while Dustin hurled another Molotov into the pack.
Glass shattered, and flames erupted across the forest floor. Still, more kept coming.
“Why are there SO MANY?!” Dustin yelled.
“I don’t know!”
A Demodog tackled you from the side before you could reload. You hit the ground hard enough to lose the shotgun entirely. The creature screeched directly in your face, claws slashing wildly as you shoved against its throat desperately, its teeth snapped inches from your face.
“GET OFF!”
You grabbed the knife from your belt and drove it upward into the creature’s neck. Black blood sprayed across your hands as the thing convulsed violently before collapsing on top of you. For one horrible second, you couldn’t breathe.
Then Dustin was there immediately, dragging the body off you. “COME ON!”
The trees ahead suddenly exploded with flashlight beams. Voices.
“THIS WAY!”
Steve. Robin. And then, your heart betrayed you instantly at the sound of his voice. He yelled for you, panicked and terrified; closer now. You turned toward the sound just as one of the Demogorgons burst through the trees.
“LOOK OUT!” Dustin screamed. You barely had time to move.
One massive claw swung forward, and white-hot pain exploded across your side. The force sent you flying backward violently into the dirt.
For a second, everything went silent. No sound. No air. Nothing.
Then warmth poured down your waist, and your hands instinctively grabbed at your sides. Blood, so much blood. Somewhere nearby, Dustin was screaming your name.
And across the clearing, Eddie stopped dead. Because you were on the ground, not moving.
“OH MY GOD—” Dustin’s voice cracked somewhere nearby as the others charged into the clearing.
Steve and Robin immediately started firing at the creatures still circling through the trees, gunshots and screeches echoing violently through the forest while flames spread across the ground from the broken Molotovs.
But Eddie? Eddie only saw you.
Blood soaked through your shirt in horrifying amounts, spilling between your fingers where you clutched desperately at your side. Your breathing came in sharp, uneven breaths against the dirt beneath you.
His stomach dropped so hard it physically hurt. “No no no no—”
He was beside you instantly, collapsing to his knees hard enough to draw blood. Your eyes fluttered toward him hazily, still conscious. Thank fucking God.
“Hey,” he breathed shakily. “Hey, stay with me, alright?”
You grimaced as another cough wracked through your body. Blood splattered across your chin, and Eddie visibly went pale.
“Jesus Christ,” Robin whispered somewhere behind him.
You sucked in a painful breath, immediately trying to push yourself upright. “I’m fine.”
Eddie stared at you in disbelief. “Are you insane?”
“I can still move.”
“You are literally coughing up blood!”
Another wet cough interrupted you immediately, like your body itself was trying to prove his point. You glared weakly at him afterward anyway.
“Don’t,” you rasped.
“Don’t what?”
“Look at me like that.”
Eddie’s face crumpled for half a second before he could stop it. Like that.
Like he was terrified, like seeing you hurt was physically ripping him apart from the inside out.
The sounds of fighting still echoed around the clearing. Steve yelling. Gunshots. Demogorgons screeching somewhere deeper in the woods.
But Eddie barely registered any of it as he pressed, shaking hands harder against the wound in your side. Blood immediately soaked through to his palms.
“You need pressure on this,” he said quickly, voice uneven. “Can you hold this?”
“I can walk.”
“No, you can’t.”
“Yes, I can.”
“You got launched ten feet through the air!”
You tried to sit up again anyway, and immediately regretted it. Pain tore through your side hard enough that a broken sound escaped your throat before you could stop it.
Eddie caught you before you could fall back completely, one arm wrapping around your shoulders carefully.
“There she is,” he whispered shakily. “That’s the stubborn girl I know.”
You clenched your jaw hard, humiliated tears burning behind your eyes. Not now, you refused to cry right now.
“I’m not dying in front of you,” you muttered weakly.
Something about that sentence completely shattered whatever composure Eddie had left. His eyes went glossy instantly.
“Hey,” he said softly, almost pleading. “Hey, don’t talk like that.”
Another scream echoed through the woods. Steve suddenly appeared beside them, blood splattered across his bat. “We need to move. Now.”
“Can she walk?” Robin asked urgently.
You opened your mouth immediately. “Yes.”
“No,” Eddie answered at the exact same time.
“I said I can—”
The second you tried to move again, your entire body folded from the pain, and a horrible gasp tore from your chest. And Eddie finally snapped.
“Jesus Christ, would you stop trying to be tough for five seconds?!”
The clearing went quiet for a second, and even you looked startled. Eddie’s breathing shook violently as he stared down at you, terrified and furious and heartbroken all at once.
“Please.”
That one word hurt worse than the injury. Before you could argue again, Eddie slid one arm beneath your knees and the other around your back.
You instinctively grabbed onto his jacket as he lifted you carefully against his chest. Pain exploded through your side immediately, making you gasp sharply into his shoulder.
“I know,” he whispered quickly. “I know, sweetheart, I got you.”
Sweetheart, your eyes shut briefly at the nickname, because he hadn’t called you that in months.
Eddie adjusted his grip tighter around you before looking toward the others. “Move.”
Nancy’s house in the Upside Down looked even worse from the inside.
The wallpaper peeled in blackened strips from the walls, vines crawling through cracks in the ceiling while spores drifted lazily through the stale air. The entire place creaked softly around them as if it were breathing.
Steve slammed the front door shut behind them while Robin shoved an overturned bookshelf against it.
“Are they following us?” she asked breathlessly.
“I don’t know,” Steve answered. “I don’t hear them.”
Eddie barely registered the conversation. The second they got inside, he lowered you carefully onto the couch and immediately dropped to his knees in front of you again. Your blood stained almost everything now.
The couch. His hands. Your shirt. The floor beneath your boots. It just kept coming.
“Okay,” Robin said quickly, trying to stay calm. “Okay, okay. Nancy keeps medical supplies upstairs, right?”
“Yeah,” Steve nodded immediately. “Bathroom closet.”
The two of them disappeared upstairs instantly. Dustin crouched nearby, frantic fingers fumbling with his walkie.
“Nancy? Jonathan? Come in!” Static answered him.
Your breathing hitched painfully again, and Eddie’s head snapped back toward you immediately.
“Stay with me,” he whispered.
You leaned weakly against the couch cushions, face pale beneath the layer of grime and blood smeared across your skin. Every breath looked harder than the last. Still, you forced out a weak, sarcastic smile.
“Pretty sure… this ruins the mission.”
Eddie let out something halfway between a laugh and a broken sound. “Yeah,” he choked out. “Yeah, sweetheart, kinda.”
Your eyes flicked toward the blood covering his hands, then back to him. He looked terrified, like absolutely terrified.
And it hit you suddenly that Eddie Munson looked like he was watching the worst thing that had ever happened to him unfold in real time.
“You can stop looking at me like I’m dying,” you muttered weakly.
The second the words left your mouth, Eddie’s face crumpled completely. “No,” he whispered instantly. Your chest ached at the sound.
Eddie pressed both shaking hands harder against the wound in your side, trying desperately to slow the bleeding.
“You can hate me later,” he said shakily. “Just don’t leave me first.”
Something in your expression broke, because he sounded serious. His eyes glistened under the dim flickering light, curls stuck damply against his forehead, while blood soaked through his rings and sleeves.
And suddenly, all you could think about was Dustin’s voice earlier.
"He always thought you were too good for him."
Your vision blurred slightly. “Eddie…”
“Don’t,” he interrupted immediately, voice cracking. “Please don’t do the thing where people start talking all soft because they think they’re dying, okay? I can’t—”
His breath hitched sharply. Then…Oh. Oh God. Eddie was crying.
Not loud or dramatic, just silent tears slipping down his face while he tried desperately to keep pressure against your side.
You weakly grabbed at his wrist. Instantly, his other hand wrapped around yours.
“I’m here,” he whispered quickly. “I’m here.”
Upstairs, cabinets slammed open while Robin shouted something about peroxide. Dustin was still trying the walkies. But for a second, the rest of the world faded out entirely. It was just Eddie, holding your hand like letting go would kill you.
Your thumb brushed weakly across his knuckles.
“I don’t hate you,” you admitted quietly.
Eddie froze. His watery eyes snapped up to yours so fast it almost hurt to look at. “What?”
You swallowed painfully. “I tried to,” you whispered. “But I don’t.”
Eddie stared at you like the words physically knocked the air from his lungs. Then suddenly, the house went strangely quiet.
Dustin slowly lowered the walkie. “…Wait.”
Steve reappeared at the top of the stairs with Robin right behind him, carrying supplies.
“What?” Robin asked.
Dustin frowned toward the windows. “Do you guys hear that?”
Everyone went still, and there was nothing. No screeching. No snarling. No pounding footsteps outside. The Demodogs were gone.
Steve moved cautiously toward the window, peeling back the curtain slightly. “…Holy shit.”
“What?” Eddie snapped immediately without taking his eyes off you.
Steve looked back slowly. “They stopped.”
Robin blinked. “Stopped what?”
“Following us.”
Everyone went quiet, then Dustin’s eyes widened. “Oh shit.”
Robin looked at him. “‘Oh shit’, what?”
Dustin pointed toward you carefully. “The blood.”
Eddie frowned slightly, and then realization hit all at once. The creatures weren’t tracking El’s scent anymore, not Max’s either. Your blood threw them back to tracking the real deal.
“Oh, that is dark,” Robin muttered quietly.
Steve looked back out the window one more time before letting the curtain fall shut again. “Doesn’t matter. We still gotta move.”
Eddie’s head snapped up immediately. “She can’t move.”
As if on cue, another painful cough tore through your chest. Blood stained the corner of your mouth again, and Eddie visibly flinched.
Robin quickly knelt beside the couch with the medical supplies, hands moving fast as she peeled back the blood-soaked fabric around your side.
“…Oh.”
Steve’s face tightened instantly. “Bad?”
Robin looked a little pale now, too. “Very.”
You glanced downward weakly. Honestly, you kinda wished you hadn’t.
The slash across your side was deep, way deeper than you originally thought. Blackened blood smeared across torn skin while the edges of the wound pulsed faintly with Upside Down spores and grime.
Robin pressed fresh gauze against it carefully, and you hissed sharply through your teeth.
“Sorry,” she muttered quickly.
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not,” Eddie said immediately, everyone turning to look at him.
He was still kneeling in front of you, one hand locked tightly around yours like he physically couldn’t let go. And somehow he still looked angry at himself, like this was his fault too.
Steve crouched beside Dustin near the walkie.
“We need everyone back here. Now.”
Dustin nodded immediately, adjusting the frequency with shaky hands. “Nancy, Jonathan, Mike— anybody copy?”
Static crackled loudly, then Jonathan’s voice finally pushed through.
“Dustin?”
“Get back to Wheeler’s house now,” Steve ordered quickly. “We have a situation.”
“What happened?”
Steve hesitated briefly, but Eddie didn’t. “She’s hurt.”
Jonathan swore immediately. “How bad?”
Nobody answered fast enough, and that was answer enough. Dustin swallowed hard before grabbing the walkie again. “Guys, seriously, we need everyone here now.”
Robin kept trying to wrap the wound tighter, but every fresh layer of bandages turned red almost instantly. Steve’s expression shifted subtly from worried to straight-up scared.
“Hey,” he said carefully, crouching closer to you now. “Stay with us, okay?”
You let out a weak laugh. “Everybody keeps saying that.”
“Because you look like shit,” Robin replied automatically.
“Robin,” Steve hissed.
“What? I’m motivating her.”
Your eyelids suddenly felt heavy, and your head tipped slightly against the couch cushions.
Instantly, Eddie tightened his grip on your hand. “Hey.”
“I’m awake.”
“No sleeping.”
“I’m literally just resting my eyes.”
“Absolutely not.”
You would’ve laughed if breathing didn’t hurt so badly. Robin exchanged a quick glance with Steve. Then, he stood abruptly.
“We’re getting out of here.”
Eddie looked up sharply. “What?”
“She needs a hospital.”
“In the real world,” Robin added quickly. “Like yesterday.”
Steve nodded toward the ceiling. “Nearest gate’s at the trailer park. We move fast, we can make it.”
“And if the Demogorgons come back?” Dustin asked nervously.
Steve tightened his grip around the nail bat. “Then we fight.”
Eddie looked back down at you again. You looked exhausted now; blood loss had drained almost all the color from your face.
“Okay,” he whispered shakily. “Okay, we’re moving.”
Then softer, mostly to himself as he brushed blood-matted hair carefully from your face, “You’re not dying here.”
The trip back to the trailer park was brutal; every movement hurt. Every step Eddie took with you in his arms jolted painfully through your side, forcing weak gasps from your throat, no matter how hard you tried to hide them.
“You still with me?” he asked quietly after a while.
You hummed weakly against his shoulder.
“Words, sweetheart.”
“…Unfortunately.”
That earned the tiniest huff of laughter from him. Good. You liked hearing him laugh, even now.
Especially now.
The trailer park gates finally came into view ahead through the fog, and relief instantly loosened the group.
“We’re close,” Steve called quietly. “Gate’s right up—”
A screech exploded overhead, and everyone froze. Eddie’s entire body locked up beneath you instantly. Because he knew that sound, all too well. Demobats.
Robin looked upward first. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”
The sky above them suddenly erupted with movement. Dark shapes poured through the red clouds in violent shrieking swarms. Dozens, maybe more.
“No, no, no,” Dustin whispered.
Eddie visibly went pale; you could feel it immediately. The way his arms tightened around you, the way his breathing changed to sharp, uneven, panicked. Because last time, these things nearly killed him.
“MOVE!” Steve shouted.
The swarm dove all at once, and chaos erupted instantly. Robin started firing upward while Steve swung the bat wildly at the creatures swooping down around them. Dustin hurled another Molotov skyward, flames bursting violently across the dark sky.
Still, more kept coming. One of the bats shrieked directly beside Eddie’s head. He ducked sharply, nearly dropping you. Another latched briefly onto his jacket, and suddenly he wasn’t here anymore, not fully.
Your stomach twisted painfully as you watched it happen in real time. The fear. The memory. His eyes looked exactly like they had that night in the Upside Down trailer. Terrified. Overwhelmed.
A bat swooped downward fast.
“EDDIE!” you shouted weakly. Too late.
The creature slammed directly into him, and the impact knocked both of you sideways violently, causing you to slip from his grasp. Pain exploded through your body as you hit the ground hard, tumbling through ash and dead vines.
Your vision blurred immediately, and everything spun. For one horrible second, you almost blacked out. Then you heard Eddie release an agonizing scream. Your head snapped upward weakly.
The bats swarmed him instantly, exactly like before. Clawing. Shrieking. Dragging him toward the ground while Steve and Robin tried desperately to fight them off. And suddenly, you weren’t in the present Upside Down anymore. You were back there, watching Eddie nearly die.
Watching him bleed out while everyone screamed. Watching his body go limp in your arms. No, absolutely fucking not.
Adrenaline slammed through your body so violently it almost made you nauseous.
You forced yourself upward with a broken gasp, fingers scrambling desperately through the dirt until they found the shotgun lying nearby. Your side screamed in protest, but it didn’t matter. You cocked the gun shakily.
One of the bats wrapped around Eddie’s throat while another clawed at his back. His eyes met yours across the chaos, terrified. And that? That did it.
BOOM
The flare shell exploded directly into the swarm, and fire erupted violently across the sky. Shrieking filled the air as the Demo-bats ignited all at once, peeling away from Eddie in flaming screeches. Another shot, then another.
Explosions of orange fire illuminated the dark woods around you while burning creatures dropped from the sky one after another.
Steve grabbed Eddie immediately, hauling him backward. “MOVE MOVE MOVE!”
Robin ran toward you instantly. “Jesus Christ!”
Your arms finally gave out. The shotgun slipped from your fingers as the adrenaline vanished just as quickly as it came. Everything tilted sideways, and Eddie reached you before you hit the ground again.
His hands grabbed your face carefully. “Hey,” he breathed frantically. “Hey, hey, hey, look at me.”
Your vision blurred around the edges, but you still managed the weakest smile.
“Told you,” you whispered faintly. “Not letting you die.” Eddie looked absolutely wrecked by that sentence.
The first thing you noticed was the beeping, soft and steady. Then the smell of antiseptic hit next, clean hospital air replacing the rot and ash of the Upside Down.
Your body felt heavy and warm, and pain throbbed dully through your side the second you tried to move.
A small sound escaped your throat before you could stop it. Immediately, a chair scraped harshly beside you.
“Hey.”
Your eyes blinked open slowly. Hospital room. Dim lighting. And Eddie, kneeling beside your bed so fast it almost looked like he hadn’t moved in hours. Because honestly? He probably hadn’t.
His curls were a mess, dark circles bruised beneath his eyes, while dried scratches still marked his neck and jaw from the bats. One of his hands clutched yours tightly enough to hurt a little.
“Oh, thank God,” he breathed shakily.
Your throat felt raw. “You look terrible.”
A watery laugh escaped him instantly. “Thanks.”
You smiled weakly. Eddie immediately leaned forward in the chair, still gripping your hand like he thought you might disappear if he let go.
“You scared the absolute shit out of me,” he admitted quietly.
“How long was I out?”
“Day and a half.”
Your eyebrows lifted weakly. “Seriously?”
“Mhm.”
“Wow. Kinda dramatic of me.”
Eddie let out another broken laugh, but this one dissolved quickly. You glanced down at your intertwined hands, noticing how he still hadn’t let go.
“…You stayed?”
Eddie looked almost offended. “Obviously, I stayed.”
Something warm twisted painfully in your chest. You swallowed carefully. “The others okay?”
“Yeah.” He nodded quickly. “Everyone’s okay. Couple scratches, Henderson won’t stop bragging about his Molotovs, Robin cried for like twenty minutes after you passed out—”
“Robin cried?”
“She threatened Steve when he laughed about it, too.”
That earned a small laugh out of you. God, he’d missed that sound.
Eddie stared at you for a second too long afterward, like he was making sure you were real, and alive.
His expression slowly crumbled again. “Listen,” he started quietly.
You already knew from his tone that this was gonna hurt. Eddie rubbed shakily at his eyes with his free hand before looking back at you.
“I am so sorry.”
Your chest tightened immediately.
“I should’ve told you about Chrissy,” he continued, voice uneven now. “I should’ve explained, and I should’ve come after you that night instead of letting you walk away.”
Tears burned visibly in his eyes again. “But honestly?” He laughed weakly at himself. “I think I was just waiting for you to realize you were too good for me.”
Your face softened instantly. “Eddie—”
“No, let me say it.” His voice cracked slightly. “Because I need you to know.”
His thumb brushed carefully across your knuckles.
“You are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life,” he whispered shakily. “Like… stupid beautiful. And smart, and funny, and everybody loves you, and I just kept thinking eventually you’d wake up and realize you didn’t wanna be stuck with some freak in a trailer forever.”
Your eyes immediately stung.
“And then when you saw me with Chrissy…” He swallowed hard. “I don’t know. Part of me almost figured maybe this was it. Like maybe I finally ruined the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Silence filled the room softly. Then finally, “You idiot.”
Eddie blinked, and you squeezed his hand weakly. “I never cared about any of that.”
His face crumpled all over again. “I know that now,” he whispered.
“I’m sorry too.”
Eddie frowned immediately. “For what?”
“I should’ve listened.”
“No, sweetheart—”
“I was hurt,” you admitted softly. “But I think part of me already knew you didn’t cheat.”
Eddie’s eyes went glossy again instantly.
You sighed weakly. “You’re too obsessed with me to cheat on me.”
That startled a laugh out of him so suddenly he actually snorted.
“Well, yeah,” he whispered again.
You smiled faintly. Then after a small pause, “So…” you murmured. “What now?”
Eddie looked at you carefully, like he was scared to answer wrong.
Then slowly, he brought your hand carefully to his lips and pressed the softest kiss against your knuckles.
“Whatever you want,” he whispered.
Your heart melted a little. “…I think,” you admitted quietly, “I’d like my boyfriend back.”
Eddie actually stopped breathing. “You mean that?”
You nodded once, and that was all it took.
Eddie surged forward carefully, terrified of hurting you, one hand cradling your face while he kissed you like he’d been dying to do it for months.
Soft at first, shaky. Then emotional enough that you felt tears hit your cheeks before realizing they were his. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.
“I love you,” he whispered immediately. “Like, embarrassingly bad.”
You laughed softly. “I love you too, you idiot.”
Neither of you noticed the door cracking open. At least, not until:
“Oh, thank fucking God.”
You both startled apart immediately. Robin stood frozen in the doorway holding two vending machine coffees and an open bag of chips, staring at the two of you with pure exhausted relief on her face.
Behind her, Steve physically sagged against the doorframe.
“FINALLY,” he groaned dramatically. “Jesus Christ.”
Your face burned hot instantly while Eddie still hovered halfway over you, one hand on your waist. Robin pointed between the two of you accusingly. “Do you understand how insufferable you both have been?”
“Robin—” Eddie started.
“No. No, I’m serious.” She walked fully into the room now, setting the coffees down aggressively on the bedside table. “The sexual tension alone almost killed me before the interdimensional monsters even got the chance.”
Eddie groaned, dragging both hands down his face. “Can we have like… one emotional moment? Alone?”
“No,” Steve answered immediately.
Robin nodded. “Absolutely not.”
Then her expression softened slightly as she looked toward you lying in the hospital bed. “You scared the hell out of us, by the way.”
Your smile faded a little. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Steve said quickly, pushing off the doorway. “Just stop getting mauled by alternate dimension creatures. It’s becoming a weird habit in this group.”
“You first,” you shot back weakly.
Robin’s eyes flicked back and forth between you and Eddie again before narrowing suspiciously.
“So…” she dragged out slowly. “Are we all emotionally repaired now or what?”
Eddie looked toward you, and you smiled faintly before intertwining your fingers with his again.
Robin gasped dramatically. “OH, my GOD.”
Steve pointed immediately. “I knew it.”
Eddie rolled his eyes, but he was smiling now, actually...no. More like beaming at the fact that your fingers were laced with his.
note: i am so down bad for this mfffff. also, this is another repost from my old blog!
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he’ll start off by pressing tender kisses along the inside of your thighs, his long hair brushing softly against your sensitive skin with every slow movement. occasionally he'll suck a mark into your plush flesh or gently nip at it, savoring the way your walls contract and the needy mewl that slips from your lips in response.
he'll spread your legs further apart, revealing your wet, sticky cunt to his lustful gaze. he fights the urge to devour you right then and there. instead, he continues pressing open-mouthed kisses and sucking your outer lips.
eddie praises you in that low, velvet voice you love so much. how pretty your cunt is—so slick and swollen with arousal, all for him. how perfect you are for him, the sweet desperate sounds you make, your body, everything. he deliberately bypasses your aching, neglected clit, drawing the moment out until you’re trembling with need.
you’re so worked up from his teasing that you can barely form a coherent sentence. when you finally find the strength to lace your fingers tightly with his, all that escapes is a broken string of "please, please, please eds” mixed with unintelligible babbling.
normally eddie would make you use your words properly, tease you until you begged so prettily for him, but he’s just as far gone as you are, and he needs to taste you properly before he loses his mind.
he finally drags his tongue across your clit, alternating between soft kitten licks and gentle suckling.
pleasure crashes through you on a scale you’ve never felt before, flooding every single inch of your body at once. your orgasm stirs and builds in your lower abdomen faster than you can even comprehend.
eddie can tell you’re close—he feels the way your clit pulses against his tongue as he sucks on it with tender care. he keeps that same torturously slow, steady pace until you shatter with a loud, broken cry of his name.
he works you through it with long, soothing strokes of his tongue, only pulling back when you push weakly at his head, fingers threading desperately through his hair from the overwhelming sensitivity.
“you did so good for me, baby,” eddie murmurs as he climbs up the bed and pulls you into his chest. his hair falls messily around his face, tickling your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “so, so good for me.”
pairing: steve harrington x female!reader wc- 3.9k
summary: your boyfriend steve helps you masturbate over the phone, but he gets so worked up that he ends up coming over to take care of his need too.
w/c: explicit smut! 18+, masturbation, use of sex toys, dirty talk, p in v, cream pie, oral sex (m receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, phone sex, degradation kink, praise kink, big dick steve
you knew who was calling the second you heard the phone ring. steve usually called at the same time every night. you smiled against the receiver that was now pressed to your ear as soon as you heard the familiar charming voice of your boyfriend.
“hey, love. you still awake?”
you could picture him, lounging in some lonely hotel bed with his hair all messy, looking unreasonably sexy. steve always looked the best when he wasn’t trying. some too tight t-shirt probably stretched across his chest that was straining on his biceps. his hair messy from his hands running through it every few minutes.
“hey, babe. yeah, of course im up. wouldn’t miss talking to you.” you loved this time of night, recalling your days to eachother and gushing about how much you missed the other.
“i missed your voice today. have a good day?”
a simple conversation went on for about twenty minutes, discussing your days and telling eachother how much you can’t wait to reunite. steve had been gone for three days now, on some boring business trip his father had dragged him on. he was supposed to return home tomorrow afternoon, you were counting down the hours.
you were talking about your day, telling him about the mall, and the new clothes you just picked out for summer when you heard the tone of his voice shift when he spoke again.
“so.. what are you wearing right now?” it was a suggestive question, and you knew it. it had been three days after all, and steve was a very needy man.
your cheeks flushed slightly “nothing exciting. just the pink pjs, with the floral print.”
he hummed into the phone line “the pink ones with the floral.. i know those. the soft ones.”
you smiled a little, he was so observant.
“but that’s not what i meant. what’s under all the softness, baby? tell me.” it wasn’t really a demand, it sounded like a plea. a needy one.
your cheeks flushed further at the boldness of his question “just.. you know…”
“no, i don’t know. im not there to see for myself, so you gotta tell me. c’mon, don’t be shy”
“just the white lace panties, with the pink bow on the front” you whispered it softly, a little embarrassed.
you heard steve groan, and it sounded like his head fell back on a headboard. he was quiet for a long minute, picturing you all alone in your large bed. the same bed he usually fucks you senseless in. the same bed he’s pried those lace panties off with his teeth more times than he could count.
“those ones…mm. so pretty, baby. you know how much i love those.”
“they’re your favorite, aren’t they?” you asked, already knowing the answer.
“yeah, they are. you put those on just for me?” you couldn’t lie, you had. you’d selected them out of memory of all the times steve hadn’t been able to take his hands off you when he saw you in them.
“maybe i did” you teased.
“yeah? want you to touch yourself f’me.. just slowly, be a good girl and tell me how it feels. okay?” steves voice was low, barely a whisper into the phone receiver.
“touch myself.. where?” you knew where. but you wanted him to tell you. you wanted him to walk through it, talk you through it. you could imagine his reaction, how he was working himself up.
“start with that pretty neck, trace that soft skin right under your ear. tell me how it feels when you drag your nails across it. is it sensitive?”
you traced your fingers down the side of your neck, exactly where he places small kisses “it’s so sensitive..” a shiver went down your spine at the light touch.
“keep going, lower, down your collarbone.. down your sternum. want you to squeeze those tits” steves voice was getting rougher.
you slid your hand down, finding one of your breasts and gathering it into your hand, squeezing. pinching your nipples lightly, making them hard under your touch as you pictured steves rough hands.
“are your nipples hard for me? all pebbled and aching?”
“mhmmm, they’re.. fuck, steve. they’re so hard” you whimpered
your nipples were achingly hard, your fingers digging into the soft flesh and pinching your nipples in the same rhythm that steve would. you gasped into the phone.
“so fucking beautiful when you’re desperate. i want you wet for me. you getting there?”
you breathed out a breathless “yes”, which steve rewarded with “good girl.” the praise sending pleasure through your body, pussy throbbing against the lace in your shorts.
his words felt like a caress, painting the path of your arousal for you. “slide your hand down, slow. down your stomach and over your hips, tell me when your fingers are tracing that pretty white lace”
your hands roamed your body, fingers delicately skimming over your warm and flushed skin. every inch of skin you grazed felt overly sensitive, your body responding to everything. you reached the edge of your panties and you could feel just how badly you were throbbing, needy for any sort of touch. desperate to feel something other than the emptiness.
“slide the tips of your fingers right under that lace, just the tips. tell me how wet you are. make that pretty little clit swell for me” steve instructed
you slid your fingers under, exactly as he said, and grazed over the entrance of your pussy. a moan left your lips when you finally made contact. your thumb went straight to your clit, circling in slow motions.
“so wet.. just want you to c’mere and drink it all up” your stomach was fluttering, desperate for more than what steve was instructing.
“oh, baby, you have no idea..fuck” steve was rock hard, throbbing in his pants, pressing his palm down hard on his erection for any kind of relief. “slide a finger in for me, just one…. now curl it, honey. press up, right where you're most sensitive. can you imagine that it's my cock?” you heard steve let out a whine. “god, im so fucking hard for you, just aching to fill you up.”
your breath was hitching into the phone as your fingers explored your pussy, feeling how you’d clench around yourself just like you clench around steve when he was the one filling your insides.
“yeah? come on and fill me up then.. come stretch me with your cock, stevie” you teased, knowing the reaction would be instantaneous.
steve groaned at that. you knew he couldn’t, he was two hours away for a business trip, but you knew teasing him would cause his thick cock to twitch in his pants. it was turning you on to hear how turned on he was.
you whined, growing wetter and more comfortable as you felt the wetness spread “jus wanna be stretched so good, baby. want you so bad.”
you heard steve go quiet for a minute before his voice cut into the receiver again “you still have that toy? the one i got you?”
you knew exactly what he was talking about. the long and girthy dildo that stretched you wide. he’d gotten it for you a few months ago, for times exactly like this, when he couldn’t do it himself.
you reached over to your nightstand and pulled it out “mhmmm, i do. want me to use it? tonight?”
“yeah, use it. put it in slowly, lemme hear every inch going deep in that pussy” steve could picture you perfectly. pink flush running from your cheeks down your sternum, mouth open in a soundless moan and back arched slightly off the bed as your cunt accommodated the stretch of the dildo.
you whined as it stretched you, sinking it slowly into your cunt inch by inch “st- steve… i want you so bad.. wish you were here.”
“so desperate for me, huh? it’s only been a few days and you’re already all messy for me. my perfect girl who becomes such a slut when im not there to fuck into you properly. you wanna know what id do if i was there? mm?” the image of you was burning into steves mind, making him twitch and press his clothed dick harder into his hand.
heat rushed to your core, your inner walls squeezing around the silicone “yes, yes. tell me. please, baby” you moaned out as it reached deep inside you.
“id flip you over. so you were on your hands and knees for me, make you keep the dildo right where it is. then id get behind you and spread your cheeks, watch how fucking wet you are for me. watch you fuck yourself with the toy.” steves voice was rough, needy.
your eyes were squeezed shut as you listened to the filthy words leaving steves lips, breath shallow as your body trembled in euphoria.
“then i’d lean down and use my tongue. starting right from your clit, all the way down to where you’re being stretched. taste just how bad you want me.”
you were breathlessly moaning into the phone receiver, body extremely full and sensitive, desperate to orgasm. steves voice was tipping you over the edge.
“keep fucking yourself, just like that. keep it deep.”
you nodded even though he couldn’t see you, squeezing your eyes shut as your stomach fluttered and back arched off the bed.
“can’t stop thinking about your legs shaking... how you grip the sheets when you're close. i wanna feel that around me so bad” you were surprised that steve wasn’t getting himself off, you were surprised you hadn’t heard the wet sounds of his hand sliding up and down his thick cock firmly, but steve wasn’t worried about his own desperate need. steve was completely focused on your pleasure, completely enamored with making sure you felt good when he wasn’t there to do it for you.
“i’d grab your hips, baby. hold you tight when i finally replaced the dildo with my cock and fucked into you, hard and deep. make that pretty ass bounce for me.”
you were speeding up your movements, slamming the silicone into your sensitive pussy repeatedly to chase your release. steve could hear the squelching sounds of it going in and out of you. the sound of sheets rustling and muttered curses came from his side of the line. he was getting frantic.
“tell me you want me, tell me you want me filling you up. please, baby. c’mon.”
you whimpered at how desperate he sounded, you imagined his eyes were wild with need. “want you so bad. you.. fuck.. you stretch me so good”
“i know i do, god, i know. now be a good girl and make yourself cum for me. yeah?” steves voice was low and rough.
“ye-yes i can be good, ill be good” you were desperate for his praise, the words that came from his lips were sending chills down your spine as a choked gasp left your lips as your eyes shot open, your body spasming on the bed as your orgasm crashed over you.
steves breath was shaky “listen to you… so fucking beautiful when you cum. so perfect for me.”
your body went limp as you pulled the dildo out, breathing heavily as your cunt fluttered around nothing.
“fuck.. you okay, baby? you sound so beautiful. just wish i was there to hold you.”
you hummed into the phone “mhmmmm that.. was so good. i wish you were here too, i miss you so much.”
“i wanna be there so bad. wanna kiss you all over… feel you shaking against me.” steve said softly. you were quiet for awhile, your body exhausted as you attempted to catch your breath.
“i should let you sleep, love. you sound exhausted.” he sounded reluctant to get off the phone, but he knew you must’ve been tired.
“mmmkay. goodnight, baby”
“i love you” was the last thing steve said before hanging up the phone. you set the phone down back on the hook and fell fast asleep before you could even clean yourself up.
steve was pacing his hotel room, large hands tugging at his beautiful chestnut hair. his hand was still constantly pressing down on his erection, but it offered no relief. steve could lay back down, wrap his hand around his cock and make himself cum in a few minutes. but your voice and your moans were echoing in his head, he knew his hand would be nothing compared to the warmth of you. it wouldn’t even compare.
the image of you all blissed out and sleeping alone, without him, was unbearable. the thought of laying in an empty room and falling asleep with nobody to hold while he ached for you was even worse.
“screw it” was the only thing he said as he slipped on his shoes, grabbed his bag and keys, and slipped out of the motel room to head to his car.
the two hour car ride felt like forever, steves hand was gripping his wheel tightly while he shifted in his seat. he arrived at your place a little after two am and sat in his car for a long minute, looking up at your window and imagined you fast asleep. imagining what you looked like, imagining holding you. he got out of the car and made his way to the door quickly, using his key and slipping inside.
“baby?” he called out softly into the house, worried of frightening you. he continued calling it out as he opened the door to your room. he stopped as soon as it opened just watching you sleep. steve memorized the way the moonlight caught on the curve of your cheek, your hair fanned perfectly out on the pillow.
he kneeled beside the bed and carefully ran a hand through your hair. you stirred. “hey, baby. couldn’t stay away. needed to be near you” he leaned down and kissed your forehead.
“stevie.. you’re here?” you were half asleep but you felt the smile creep onto your face. you reached out weakly to pull him into bed with you.
steve went down easy, desperate for your touch. “drove the whole way just.. thinking about you” you could feel how tense his body was next to you, how he was basically thrumming with need.
you ran your hand up his torso lightly until you made your way to the nape of his neck, threading your hand into his hair. “missed you tonight” you whispered it into the room and you watched his eyes flutter from the touch. he looked starved. he pressed his head further into your hand, then leaned into your lips.
the moment your lips met, a long groan left steves mouth, it sounded like it had been building for hours. his mouth was hot and hungry on yours, his tongue fucking into your mouth immediately. his hand gripped your hip, pulling your body closer to him.
“i’ve been going crazy, out of my mind.” he murmured against your lips in between kisses.
your fingers were already tightening in his hair, pulling him closer with the same desperation that was written all over him. steves fingers started to hook into your waistband of your pjs, brushing over the skin and tugging on them.
you let out a breathy “steve….”
“yeah, baby? gotta tell me what you want. need to hear you ask for it.” he gripped your jaw in his palm, tilting your face up to meet his, tightening his hold just slightly. you could feel him shifting next to you, pressing his erection against your thigh firmly before grinding it against the skin.
“i want you, i want you to fuck me. so bad” you whined, your cunt throbbing and dripping into your panties.
“you remember what i said, don’t you? told you id get you on your knees for me, get yourself ready on that dildo.”
you nodded eagerly, desperate for friction of any kind. desperate for feeling. desperate for release now that steve was real and in front of you. just his kisses made you horny. the way he sucked in your top lip, his nose nudging against your eyelid, his brows furrowing together as he concentrated.
steve ran a hand in your hair, his eyes locked on yours as he whispered “good. so good for me, aren’t you?”
you felt your entire body shudder, your breath hitching as he shifted to pull your soaked panties and pjs down your legs. his hands were everywhere on your bare legs, squeezing your thighs and skimming his palms up and down the back of your legs as you shifted to get onto all fours on the mattress.
he reached over to grab the dildo from the nightstand, large hand wrapping around it tightly. your fingers trembled as you reached for it, taking it from his hand and reaching under you to guide it towards your still slick entrance.
whimpers left your lips the second your pussy made contact with the cold silicone, body twitching at the feeling.
“go on baby, fuck yourself for me. show me how you do it when im not here”
you pushed just the tip inside you, feeling the excruciating stretch as it went deeper and deeper. a low moan came out, eyes rolling back as you rocked your hips back on the toy.
steve watched from behind you, completely mesmerized, before his hand shifted to his sweats and boxer band to yank them down just enough for his cock to spring free. the sight of you fucking yourself combined with the sounds of pleasure pushed him past his limit. the throbbing of his cock was now unbearable to ignore.
he shifted his body to kneel in front of you, his hand stroking his dick as he bit down on his plump lower lip. his cock was eye level with you now, leaking with pre-cum smeared all over the length of him. it was clear he had been ready for hours.
“open up, baby. c’mon. wider” your lips parted immediately as he guided the head of his cock past your lips. the second your lips closed around his tip, his hips involuntarily thrusted forward, forcing himself deeper down your throat as you continued to fuck into your pussy with the silicone.
your throat relaxed, allowing him to continue deeper as saliva seeped out of the corners of your mouth and down your chin. steve was long, and thick, you could feel every inch of him pulsing inside your mouth. steve groaned as soon when you moaned around him, running a hand into your hair to gather it, holding it back for you in his fist.
the sensation of being filled everywhere was almost too much, the fullness of it all made your head spin and your inner walls clamp down while your tongue swirled messily around steves cock.
“you like having your mouth full while you get your pussy stretched, don't you? you just love being used like this, huh, baby?” steve was panting now, you could tell he wanted more. he wanted to be inside you, he wanted to replace the toy that was stretching your pussy. but you knew in order to feel him, you’d have to cum first.
your hand sped up, moving the dildo faster in and out of you to chase your release that you knew was coming any second. a high whine left your lips that were still wrapped around steves cock, your back arching and body buckling on the bed as you clamped down on the silicone and soaked it with your cum.
steve immediately pulled out of your mouth, a thick strand of saliva connecting his glistening cock to your swollen lips.
“on your back, baby. need to be inside you so bad” steve wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore, his voice came out whinier than he wanted it to. he’d been horny for so long, desperate for the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around him since he got on the phone.
the second you were on your back his hands gripped your thighs, pushing them apart to settle in the space between. “look at you. so wet and open f’me. aren’t you?”
your eyes were locked on his, panting and still shaking from your orgasm. “steve… please, i want you to fill me, please”
you watched as a smirk formed on his face and he reached back to pull his t shirt off, his chest rising and falling rapidly. he knew how hot he was, he always stood there and let you look your fill because he knew how much you loved seeing steve shirtless. he had the perfect amount of chest hair across his chest that trailed all the way down towards his aching cock. your hands reached up to rest on his hips, running your hands over the skin of his soft tummy.
steve leaned forward, hovering over you before the thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, his fingers now digging into your flesh as he entered you in one movement and began a brutal pace inside of you. slamming his cock into you repeatedly before he replaced it with a slow and deep grinding roll of his hips that pressed him impossibly deep.
it was an exquisite kind of agony, each thrust stretching you in a way the toy could never achieve. you could feel the thickness of him being squeezed by your oversensitive walls. each time he pulled back you felt a desperate emptiness that only lasted a few seconds before he was filling you again. your body always struggled to accommodate steves length, the tip of him nudged at a spongy spot deep inside you that sent jolts all throughout your nerves.
“god, baby…. always taking my cock so good. fuck- barely fucking fits” steve gritted his teeth as his hand moved to press down on your lower stomach, feeling how it’d bulge with every slow grind. the firm pressure of his hand pressing down made you gasp, the feeling amplifying how full you are.
your back arched up, eyes rolling back as you moaned continuously “mmmmmph, feels so good. steve.. fuck, im gonna-“ all your words were dissolving into breathy moans and gasps as your body reached its third orgasm. your legs trembling on the bed, body jolting with each motion of steves hips.
the sensation was immediately too much for steve. the oversensitivity of it all after he denied himself for hours sent him over the edge as he felt you clench around his thick cock.
steve pushed in deep and you felt his body still, then shudder as your pussy milked him, cum coating your insides. his cock pulsed inside of you over and over again before he leaned down on top of you to kiss your sweat dampened cheeks.
both of you were trembling and sensitive as you laid together before he slowly pulled out of you and he shifted to lay beside you, gathering you in his arms and brushing the stray hairs out of your face gently.
“you drive me crazy, you know? can’t even leave for three days without going insane.”
you smiled a little breathlessly against his chest, your fingers toying with the thick hair that rested there. “yeah? guess that means you can’t ever leave me again, hmm?”
steve brought his hand up to your jaw gently, tilting your head back to meet his eyes so he could press his lips to yours, murmuring with a soft smile on his face “oh i don’t plan to, baby”
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A/N: Accidentally deleted the ask, but someone sent me something that mentioned sometimes normal things that don't trigger them in bed sometimes do on a bad day and how hard it was to explain to a partner because then they would never do said thing again which isn't what they want. They asked for the boys understanding this and being caring when the safe word is uttered.
I get this especially as someone with PTSD. Some days totally fine and then some days I don't want to be spanked because of a memory. Doesn't mean I want it gone forever.
Anyway enjoy <3 Always a fan of Steddie loving me/you through the mental illness.
Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie & Fem Y/N, Light Smut, reader is restrained and there are brief mentions to over stimulation, light dirty talk, light smacking, safe word used, boys immediately kick into gear with aftercare and a safe vibe. Fluff, they love and respect her and vise versa
Angst, reader does get triggered (brief mentions of child abuse; being yelled at and demeaned by someone bigger than you) and calls word, mentions of previous partners not quite understanding the dom/sub dynamic. I think that's it. Nothing really heavy ya know?
Word Count: 2163
It was always hard to explain your sexual preferences.
Not just because of the taboo but as someone who grew up in a chaotic and abusive household, most of your partners and friends couldn’t fathom why you wanted to be smacked, tied up, and yelled at in bed.
Praise made sense.
Daddy kind of did even though most people didn’t fully grasp the title.
Dirty talk; yeah of course, who doesn’t like those whispers from a sexy, husky tone.
But everything else?
“It’s different. A dom/sub dynamic is about trust, love, and consent. I never had that growing up. Everything was angry and conditional. I know that when I say the safe word, they’ll stop and still love me compared to my parents who hurt me even when I begged them to stop.”
Partners were hard to find because most men in general struggled with the dominate line. You floated between date after date finding yourself extremely uncomfortable especially after you tried to explain your needs.
“So…you want me to like…hurt you and call you a bitch?”
“…No…”
“I mean I can do that…”
The first time you met your current boyfriends, you were out on a bad date at The Hideout. Eddie was on stage playing with his band, constantly smiling down at you as he strummed his guitar while Steve was working as a bartender, beaming wide when he handed you your beverage.
As you were sneaking away from the awful person at your table, the metalhead startled you by being at the bottom of the window you were sneaking out of, making you giggle when he offered to catch you and you obliged. The two of you talked in his van until Steve got off work and they both offered to take you to a late-night dinner.
From that moment on, you were theirs and vice versa. Eddie made you laugh like no one had before and you loved how passionate he was when it came to anything he enjoyed especially D&D. When he explained things to you, he never made you feel dumb like your family did. He never once belittled you if he had to go into detail or explain something again because you didn’t understand.
Steve had one of the biggest hearts you had ever experienced, always surprising you with gifts of things you didn’t even think he noticed you mentioned or being protective over not just you but the younger kids in the town. You loved watching him lightly tease his friend Dustin but then shift into a curious soft dork when he would tell the older boy about some Star Wars memorabilia that was coming out. Steve never made you feel unheard or unseen, noticing small things you did around the apartment or styling your hair differently. If you were upset about something, he stopped what he was doing and sat beside you to give you his full attention.
When you three started becoming more intimate, you picked up immediately that they knew what they were doing within a dominate realm. When trying something new they moved slowly gauging your reactions and incorporated them going forward.
They learned your body to a T, down to your facial twitches when you dropped into that particular headspace.
They were the first men you had ever gotten far enough with to having the other awkward conversation when it came to sex but what surprised you the most is THEY brought it up first.
“So, sweetheart, when it comes to your PTSD, I know we have like safe words and things you told us not to do but sometimes things that trigger you out here don’t trigger you in there.”, Eddie states as he gestures from the living room to the bedroom.
“We just want you to know that if we say or do anything that doesn’t normally trigger you but just so happens to while we’re playing, you can say the word and we’ll stop.”, Steve adds.
“Like during punishments sometimes we raise our voice and I know occasionally when we go out to like the movies or something depending on what’s happening a raised voice triggers you. We understand that yelling can make you nervous but it doesn’t always. Am I making sense? Help me out, Stevie.”
You giggle as the former jock shakes his head playfully before taking your hands in his.
“I think what he’s trying to say is some of the normal things we do in bed may still trigger you on off days. Say the word and Daddy and Sir will stop. Next time we play, that normal thing will go on as normal unless you say otherwise and want to remove it entirely.”
“I understand. No matter what just always be vocal.”
“You got it, babe.”, Eddie grins as he leans over to kiss you.
You explained to them how your previous partners didn’t get that. You would call a safe word after being smacked after a bad day and being triggered but the next few times you were intimate, they never smacked you again. You didn’t want it to stop entirely…just…that day you couldn’t handle it…
You always felt like a burden in some way in past relationships because of your brain and when you told them that they growled.
“You’re not a burden. What you went through and how it affects you isn’t your fault. Ugh…I hate men.”, the metalhead grunts in annoyance, smirking when he hears you laugh.
Tonight was a good night and nothing in particular felt off.
They had made dinner and bought you gifts just because they saw something that made them think of you. You danced with Steve to the music on the radio and pressed your face into Eddie’s chest as the little girl headspace began to move forward causing him to kiss your forehead to remind you that you were safe.
After restraining your arms via rope to the hook attached to the closet, they worked together to make you feel good. You came more times than you could keep track and both men chuckled as you heavily panted.
“Look at her, man.”, Steve teased as he gestured your way with the vibrating wand in his hand. “Just a messy thing.”
“Yeah, she is. You’re dripping all over the floor, sweetheart.”
“Please…”, you beg.
“Oh? Please, what? What do you need, honey?”
When you don’t answer, Eddie strides towards you and lightly hits your cheek before gripping your jaw between his fingers.
“Daddy asked you a fucking question, you answer.”
Your eyes shifted into the void as the ropes around your wrists dug a bit too harshly into your flesh and for a brief moment it wasn’t the material holding you but your mother’s firm hand yanking you into your room. You weren’t an adult in your bedroom with the men you loved but a child in your home growing up.
You felt all control leave your body as you coward in front of this large, loud person screaming about how you weren’t enough. Well, you tried to cower but you couldn’t get your arms down…she was holding you too tightly. You couldn’t breathe…couldn’t escape…
Another light but firm hit to your face brought you back to the moment but…why couldn’t you move? Why couldn’t you run?... Why couldn’t… you…breathe?
“Honey?”
“R-Re-Red…red…RED!”
They both kicked into action as your wrists pulled desperate for freedom.
“Steve, I can’t undo this…she’s pulling them too tightly…Fuck this. Hang on, baby!”, Eddie reassured as he ran to the bedside table and grabbed his knife before pushing his friend in front of you. “Ok, sweetheart, three, two, there we go.”
At his word, your body tumbled forward into Steve’s arms as he wrapped them around you. You tried to push at his bare chest but he was too strong.
“Ok, and, one, two, three.”, the metalhead counted, blindsiding you with one of his shirts.
They allowed you mobility to turn around, pressing your back into the other boy as he guided you both to the floor.
“It’s ok, baby, you’re ok. We’re right here.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m—”
“Shhhh…you’re safe, pretty girl. You’re here with me and Eddie and we love you so much.”
Steve felt you tilt to your side and they both followed you to lay on the hardwood utilizing his arm as a pillow while Eddie gently pet your head.
“Good girl. That’s our good girl. So beautiful.”
After thirty minutes of tender kisses and soft words, your glassy eyes met his chocolate ones making him smile.
“There she is. We lost you there for a moment.”
“My mom?”, you asked with a hoarseness that broke their hearts.
“Not here, sweetheart, and never will be.”, he murmured, utilizing his thumb to dry your eyes. “Everything’s ok. Whenever you’re ready, we’re going to sit up and drink some water ok?”
“Ok, Eddie.”, you whimper, piercing his heart with your little voice. “I’m…I’m ready.”
Strong arms looped themselves around you as Steve carefully lifted you to a sitting position on his lap with your back against his chest, kissing your cheek as you lean your head against his shoulder.
“Alright, baby girl, just open your mouth.”, the metalhead instructed, placing the bottle to your lips while continuing to praise you as the liquid cooled your throat.
“Thank you, Eddie.”
“Of course, baby.”, he whispered.
“Do you want to take a warm bath or just sit for a bit?”
“I just want to sit, Stevie, thank you.”
Smirking, the former jock squeezed you tighter to him, pressing his face into the nook near the bottom of your neck making you giggle.
The three of you sit there in a comfortable silence, both men caressing different parts of your skin as you slowly inhale and exhale.
“I’m sorry.”, you say a bit abruptly, grabbing their attention. “I-I don’t know what happened. I just—”
“Shhhhh, sweetheart, it’s ok. You did nothing wrong.”, Eddie soothes, intertwining his fingers with yours. “This is why we plan and prepare.”
“Y-Y-You…you…”
“You what, honey?”
“You didn’t get to…” You pause, gesturing towards the long-haired boys lap, the bulges in their boxers having long since decreased in size.
“Baby.”, Steve murmurs softly, gripping your chin between his fingers and turning your head to meet his admiration filled gaze. “Literally the last thing on our minds right now. All that matters to us is that you feel safe.”
“I know, I just…I know it’s complicated and confusing because my brain is complicated and confusing and—”
Eddie’s ringed finger on your lips interrupts your rambling and he smiles when you exhale, releasing your thought.
“Did you know the first time I tried this dynamic I had a bit of a panic attack after slapping the girl in bed?” Your eyes widen as you shake your head, waiting for him to continue. “Oh yeah. Slapping and like choking is something I’ve been into since high school but the first time I tried it, I was so scared she saw me like my father.”
You blink at the notion, know he’s nothing like his douchebag father and squirm out of the other boy’s lap to climb into his, nuzzling into him as he holds you, tickling you a bit with his loose strands of hair.
“I stopped doing it for a while especially since I could never find a partner to explain it to where it made sense. Then I explained it to Steve and he just knew.”
“I’ve struggled sometimes with the dirty talk.”, he explains. “I like the humiliation dialogue but sometimes I got scared I sounded like my father. One day I decided, I just needed to be clear and feel safe with someone to be clear with. Munson was one of those people. That’s why we started doing the shared partner thing.”
“Then we met you.”, Eddie beams, grinning when you blush. “Things aren’t always black and white, Y/N especially when it comes to our brains. All that matters, like Harrington said, is that we talk, we’re clear, and we feel safe; you, me, and him. Does that make sense?”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss his cheek with a loud, obnoxious smack.
“Yes, Sir. I love you so much.”
“I love you to, weirdo.”
“Eddie.”, Steve lightly chastises, chuckling as you gently tackle him onto his back to kiss him as well. “Fuck, dude, I think those ropes were a bit too tight. Look.”
As he displays one of your wrists, the metalhead’s eyes narrow in concern.
“Definitely. Next time we go to that store let’s look for something that won’t dig in like that. Let me grab one of the ice packs in the fridge.”
While waiting for him to return, you smile down at his gorgeous features as he places one of his arms behind his head while looking up at you with nothing but admiration.
Get enough sleep get enough fiber get enough iron wear sunscreen every moment of every day dont get dehydrated don’t slouch brush perfectly floss too keep your tires full of air get your oil changed check your brakes and alignment get new tires get your yearly inspection get your yearly pelvic exam remember your flu and covid shot research the candidates for district attorney take your recycling to the curb on the right day try to limit red meat, alcohol, ultra processed food, sugar and sitting down don’t use screens before bed exercise constantly you’re not socializing or being touched enough meditate daily make sure your clothes are constantly acceptable wash your hair before there’s even a hint of grease don’t have any unsightly hair anywhere don’t drink foo much coffee or sugary drinks or carbonated drinks or anything with citric acid or your teeth will rot change your sheets every few days and your pillowcases daily and you should be also throwing out your pillows every year or two apparently don’t use any kind of cutting board due to the unique drawbacks of each available kind walk 15 min after every meal don’t eat right after brushing but also don’t brush thirty minutes after eating yet somehow brush your teeth every morning and be on time for work also and make sure you’re weight training and make sure you’re doing everything you can to prevent eventual osteoporosis and arthritis moisturize your skin every day keep your prescriptions filled try to avoid being stressed at all costs because it’s the silent killer prioritize your mental health but don’t let any of these habits slip and don’t lose your important documents and keep the batteries in your carbon monoxide detector fresh and deep clean your fridge often and clean your entire house often and exchange pleasantries with every acquaintance and keep yourself polished and presentable at work and stretch before bed every night and buy new kitchen sponges when they wear out and make sure you have laundry detergent and dish soap and olive oil and only eat healthy fats and make sure you’re doing everything to prevent the skyrocketing rates of colon cancer in young people and soak all your berries so that they actually get clean and wash all your produce and buy organic so you aren’t ingesting four million pesticides and avoid animal products but also eat a lot of lean meat and dairy for the protein and eat 30g of protein at every meal and prioritize whole grains and complex carbohydrates and moderate your sugar intake and replace your toothbrush every six months and your running shows every 90 miles clean your car out often and make sure no one smashes your tail light in the parking lot and keep a printout of your up to date proof of insurance in your glovebox even if you don’t own a printer and put a sizeable portion of each paycheck into retirement portfolio replace your windshield wipers and close your kitchen down every night and eat two servings of dark leafy greens per day and do all of this and still get enough rest so that you’re able to give the 40 hour workweek your all. And if you fail to do any of these things you’re a disgusting failure slob
♡ You hold it in your eyes until you can hold each other
Warnings: 18+ / MDNI! • Established but secret relationship, semi-public sex (car), fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, soft dom!Steve, praise
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!Henderson!reader
Word count: 5.5k
Summary: It starts in the rearview mirror. In stolen glances, almosts, and everything you don't let the others see.
You and Steve are good at keeping things quiet, careful, hidden in plain sight. Right up until you’re finally alone...
Author’s note: Inspired by this post
The WSQK van—Steve’s latest ride—isn’t exactly a babe magnet.
There’s always something on the floor that shouldn’t be there—crushed candy wrappers, a stray cassette case, the kind of mystery debris no one ever claims or throws away.
The seats are worn from too many bodies piling in and out, the air permanently carrying a mix of sugar, soda, and, unfortunately, BO. And there’s almost always at least one of the kids hovering somewhere nearby, like the van itself has become less of a vehicle and more of a moving meeting point Steve can’t escape.
It’s loud. It’s chaotic. It’s never just his.
But lucky for Steve—he doesn’t need it to be.
Because he has you.
And God, does he love you.
It shows in ways no one else seems to notice. In the way his eyes find the rearview mirror more often than they need to, in the split-second pauses where his attention lingers just a fraction too long when you’re talking or laughing or simply being before snapping back to the road.
In the small, quiet adjustments: turning the music down when you start talking, remembering things you said hours ago when no one else was listening, asking if you’re okay like it’s second nature.
No one else sees it—or if they do, they don’t understand it.
To them, it’s just Steve—driving, talking, half-laughing at whatever chaos fills the van, slipping easily into the caretaker role he’s known for so well.
To you—
it’s something else entirely.
Because you see it from the only place that matters.
The rearview mirror.
You've just endured yet another failed crawl, another round of your brother and Steve at each other’s throats over something stupid, another stretch of hours spent pretending—carefully, convincingly—that there’s nothing between you.
Like you don’t go home to him.
Like you don’t spend your nights tangled up in each other.
You’re not really part of the conversation anymore. Not fully.
You watch the mirror.
It’s an easy thing to do, subtle enough to pass as nothing. Everyone looks forward when they talk, glances toward the driver without thinking. It doesn’t mean anything. It shouldn’t.
Steve’s eyes flick up as he checks the road, quick, automatic. They pass over everything like they always do—windshield, side mirror—rearview.
You.
It’s nothing. Over as soon as it happens, his attention already back where it should be—hands steady on the wheel, one thumb tapping lightly to the music.
You look away anyway.
The van lurches slightly as he makes a sharp left, and Eddie groans from somewhere behind you about reckless endangerment, immediately followed by Dustin arguing that he could drive better, which is objectively untrue and loudly proven so. The noise fills the space easily, naturally, giving you something to hide inside.
When you glance back up, it’s just the mirror again.
Just Steve, driving.
Just the road behind you.
It stays like that for a while. Nothing sticks. His eyes flick up every so often, brief, functional, never lingering long enough to call attention to it.
Except once.
It’s small. Easy to miss if you’re not already looking.
And this time, when his gaze catches yours in the mirror, it holds for a fraction longer than it should. Just long enough for something in your chest to tighten before you can stop it.
You drop your gaze.
“Oi, you even listening?” Dustin nudges your shoulder from beside you, halfway through some explanation you definitely missed.
“Yeah,” you say, because it’s easier than asking him to repeat it and having to hear him complain about you not listening the first time. He accepts it immediately, because why wouldn’t he? You're his sister you wouldn’t lie to him… would you?
You don’t look at the mirror again for a few minutes after that. You tell yourself you won’t, that it doesn’t matter. It would be easier if you could believe that.
When you do look again, it’s not by accident. The van idles at a red light, everything briefly stilled.
His eyes are already there. Not waiting, he’s not that obvious, but not surprised either. Like he expected it, like he knew you would eventually look back.
Something settles between you—quiet, thin, sharp as a pulled thread.
It’s not accidental anymore.
The moment stretches, too long, too quiet before Steve blinks and glances back at the road after the light turns green. His fingers flex around the wheel, knuckles whitening just slightly before relaxing again.
The next few times, you feel it before you see it—the way his posture shifts, the almost-imperceptible pause before his gaze lifts. You start catching it as it happens, like you’ve both fallen into the same rhythm.
Eddie leans forward between the front seats, oblivious as always, cutting off your line of sight. “Okay, but if we’re dropping off Dustin first, does that mean we’re swinging back toward the video store after? Because I told Gareth I’d—”
Steve cuts him off with a sharp click of his tongue. "No, we are not swinging back toward the video store. Drop-off order is Henderson, then Robin, then you—" His fingers tighten on the wheel again, briefly. "Then home."
Dustin groans, flopping back against the seat hard enough to make a loud thud. "That’s literally the opposite of efficient," he mutters, but Eddie just laughs, kicking his feet up onto the centre console.
You turn your head toward the window, watching the streetlights smear past in long, soft streaks.
The third time your eyes catch in the mirror, it’s different. There’s not an inch of pretence left—just the raw, aching want that’s been building for days, simmering beneath every careful glance and casual touch.
Steve’s grip tightens on the wheel, his jaw ticking. You bite your lip, pressing your thighs together under Eddie’s discarded jacket. The van suddenly feels too small. The air thick with something unspoken.
The way the last week has stretched too long, crowded out by work and obligations and too many people in too many rooms—every almost-moment cut short.
Not just in the quiet, passing way but in the kind that sits low and constant, a dull ache that flares sharp every time he looks at you like this.
When you glance up and catch him already looking at you, his expression softening in a way that makes you blush, you know he’s thinking the same thing you are—God, I miss you.
But it has to stay like this. Contained to stolen glances and half-seconds no one else notices.
Not now—not when Hawkins is closed off to the outside world, when Max lies in a hospital bed with machines doing the breathing she can’t, not when your brother and Steve can barely be in the same room without something snapping tight between them.
And still—you look anyway.
Robin’s voice cuts through your inner spiral. “Uh, hello? Earth to Steve?” She snaps her fingers in front of his face, and he jerks his attention back to the road with a muttered curse.
“You just missed Henderson’s street,” she points out, rolling her eyes. “Jesus, what’s with you tonight?”
Steve exhales through his nose before flashing Robin a grin that doesn’t reach his eyes. "Sorry, Buckley. Too busy admiring you."
Robin groans, kicking the back of his seat. "Gross. Try that line on someone who hasn’t seen you eat an entire bag of Cheetos in one go.”
Your eyes flick up before you can stop them, catching his in the mirror. There’s the faintest shift at the corner of his mouth, something quieter, softer than the grin he just gave her.
Because you have.
And it still worked.
And it would again. Without a doubt and without shame.
Dustin makes a show of gathering his backpack, deliberately slow, like he’s hoping someone will argue for him to stay.
The van idles outside your house, the engine a low, impatient rumble beneath Steve’s tapping fingers. "You know," Dustin starts, shifting in his seat to face Steve, "if you just—"
"Nope," Steve cuts him off, popping the p with a finality that brooks no argument. "Out."
Dustin squints at him, then suspiciously glances over at you. “Wait—aren’t you getting out?”
You don’t hesitate. “No. I’m staying at my boyfriend’s tonight.”
“Oooh,” Robin leans forward immediately, interest sparked. “The mystery boyfriend.”
“Still haven’t met this guy,” Eddie adds, dragging the words out, grinning. “Starting to think he’s made up.”
Dustin looks at you, completely clueless. “Yeah, seriously. Who even is—”
Your eyes flick up automatically—to the mirror.
Steve’s hand drags across his mouth like he’s trying to hide it— but it doesn’t quite work. The hint of a smirk still there, still tugging at the corner of his lips.
You shoot him a quick glare.
He clears his throat, the smirk disappearing just as quickly as it came, his expression snapping back into something neutral— a little too neutral—but luckily Eddie and Robin are too busy arguing and Dustin is too busy sulking.
“Door, Henderson.” He jerks his head toward it, already reaching to unlock it, tone a little too sharp to be casual.
Dustin huffs but climbs out anyway, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Fine, fine, but—” he mutters, but the door shuts in his face.
Not even half a second later—
Steve’s pulling away.
Dustin’s muttering fades behind you, swallowed up by the hum of the engine and the quiet stretch of road ahead. For a second, no one fills it.
Then—
“Okay,” Robin says, twisting in her seat to look at you properly now, eyes narrowing with interest. “We’re circling back to that. You can’t keep just casually dropping boyfriend like that and expect me to let it go.”
Eddie snorts. “Yeah, no, I’m with Buckley on this one. You’ve been holding out on us.”
You shrug, aiming for nonchalant, even as your gaze flicks—just briefly—to the mirror again. “There’s nothing to tell.”
Steve doesn’t look up this time. His fingers tap once against the wheel. Then again—restless, giving him away if either of them bothered to look.
But they don’t.
They’re too busy dissecting you; every micro-expression under a microscope.
“Maybe he’s shy,” Eddie offers, to which Robin hums deep in thought. “Or imaginary. I’m still leaning imaginary.”
You huff out something that might pass for a laugh, shaking your head. “You guys are so dramatic.”
“Name,” Robin presses. “At least give me a name.”
There’s a pause.
You could say anything. Instead, you glance up again.
This time, Steve’s already looking.
It’s quick, barely there, but it lands all the same, something sharp and knowing passing between you before he looks back to the road like nothing happened, though you can tell by his fingers tapping against the wheel that he’s nervous.
Your stomach flips.
“Not happening,” you say, a little too quickly.
Robin groans, dropping back into her seat. “You’re the worst.”
“Agreed,” Eddie adds easily. “Absolutely no respect for your audience.”
The van slows as you turn onto Robin’s street, the familiar line of houses coming into view. Steve pulls up to the curb, shifting the van into park, but leaves the engine running.
Robin unbuckles, still eyeing you. “This isn’t over,” she points, narrowing her eyes like she means it. “I will find out.”
You smile, all innocence. “Good luck.”
She huffs, grabbing her bag and sliding the door open. “Night, losers.”
“Night, Buckley,” Steve calls, easy again, matching her salute.
The door shuts and Steve doesn’t wait a second. The van lurches forward as he pulls away, a little too quick, tires crunching against the curb before he straightens out onto the road.
Eddie leans forward immediately, filling the space she leaves behind. “Alright, so...new theory. Secret boyfriend is either—”
“Munson,” Steve cuts in, sharper this time, not looking back. “You’re next.”
Eddie pauses, then grins slowly. “Touchy tonight, Harrington.”
Steve’s jaw tenses; just a fraction, barely noticeable unless you’ve spent months memorising his face. Which you have.
Eddie catches it too, because of course he does. His gaze slides from Steve to you, eyebrows lifting in a slow, exaggerated arc that screams get a load of this guy.
You press your lips together, forcing a small, careful smile—just enough to play along. Eddie just grins wider, completely oblivious to the tightness in your smile, like he’s won something.
Your eyes flick up to the mirror before you can stop yourself—just in time to catch Steve’s gaze already fixed there, his expression tight with something halfway between frustration and exhaustion. You press your lips together in a silent apology, tilting your head slightly.
The effect is immediate: his shoulders drop an inch, the tension around his eyes softening as he exhales through his nose. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth—small, private, just for you—and you bite your cheek to keep from grinning back like an idiot.
“—which, by the way,” Eddie cuts back in, louder, still oblivious, “if he is imaginary, that raises a much bigger question... where the hell are you going every night?”
He leans forward further, fully invested now. “Because I’m thinking... option one, you’ve got some secret hideout. Like, full spy setup. Code names. Rendezvous points.”
“Option two,” he continues, ticking it off on his fingers, “you’re actually sneaking off to join some underground fight club we don’t know about.”
“Option three—” he squints at you, grin widening, while holding up four fingers instead of three, “you’re a vampire. Which, honestly, would explain the mystery, the nighttime disappearances—”
“Fight club,” Steve cuts in casually, like he’s barely listening, eyes fixed on the road. “That one tracks.”
You blink. “What?”
Eddie lights up. “See! Thank you!”
You turn toward Steve fully now, incredulous. “You think I’m sneaking off to fight people?”
Steve glances up, catching your eye in the mirror. There’s a hint of a smirk there, soft around the edges, his gaze warmer than anything he’s letting on out loud.
He shrugs. “Wouldn’t rule it out.”
You stare at him. “You’re unbelievable.”
That only makes it worse. The smirk lingers, quieter now, softer—something just for you. Something that makes heat curl low in your stomach.
Eddie groans dramatically, flopping backwards. “Oh my god, you two are the worst. I’m trying to solve a mystery here.”
Steve shifts gears, turning onto Eddie’s street. The van slows, rolling to a stop outside the familiar trailer. Eddie doesn’t move.
Steve sighs, drumming his fingers against the wheel. “Munson.”
Eddie huffs. “Fine, fine but this conversation isn’t over.” He grabs his bag, swinging the door open, pointing at you just like Robin did earlier. “I will crack this case.”
“Uh huh,” Steve deadpans. “Good luck with that.”
The door shuts, finally, and Eddie’s silhouette disappears into the dim porch light. The van idles for a second longer, the hum of the engine the only sound left in the sudden quiet.
Steve pulls away, quick, turning the corner before slowing again. Just out of sight.
Then—he stops.
Steve exhales like he’s been holding it in all night, before reaching forward and turning the key. The engine cuts off abruptly, plunging you into silence.
For a second, neither of you moves.
Then—he turns.
Not to the mirror.
Fully.
His hand comes out first, finding your waist like it’s instinct, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. His voice is lower, stripped of everything he’s been holding in.
“Come here.”
You don’t hesitate. You never do—not with him.
You scramble over the centre console, your elbow hitting the horn with a sharp honk. Steve swears under his breath and grabs your waist, hauling you fully into his lap.
His hands press into your sides and squeeze. You exhale shakily, forehead dropping to his, fingers twisting into his shirt.
“Missed you,” his words rough against your lips, barely audible.
You huff a soft laugh, breath catching. "You've been with me all day."
Steve exhales against your neck, the warmth sending a shiver down your spine, his lips brushing just below your ear—not quite a kiss, just the ghost of one—before he murmurs, “not like this,” and you smile, fingers curling tighter in his hair.
"Haven’t been able to hold you. Kiss you." His thumb brushes the bare strip of skin where your shirt’s ridden up.
You sigh, letting the week settle between you. His hair is soft between your fingers, longer than he usually keeps it, falling just past his ears in messy waves. You push it back gently, curling a few strands behind his ear, your thumb brushing the sharp line of his jaw.
He leans into your touch, his eyes closing briefly before flickering back open, dark and intent.
“Missed you too,” you murmur, a small, soft smile pulling at your mouth.
"Fuck," he mutters, voice rough. "Every time I looked in that damn mirror—"
He exhales, shaking his head once.
“—couldn’t think about anything else.”
His mouth crashes into yours. Your breath catches as your fingers tighten in his hair and he pulls you closer. His tongue brushes against your lower lip, and you part for him instinctively, letting him deepen the kiss until you’re breathless, until the world narrows to the heat of his mouth and the scrape of his faint stubble against your chin.
“Wanted to just stop the car—jump over the damn console,” Steve murmurs against your lips, hands dragging down to grip your thighs.
"Don’t think Dustin would’ve appreciated that,” you murmur, struggling not to smile against Steve’s lips, breathless, fingers still tangled in his hair.
Steve huffs—a sharp, impatient sound—and pulls back just enough to fix you with a look. Equal parts exasperation and fondness.
"Don’t talk about Henderson when—" He drags you forward until you’re straddling him properly, and you chuckle, arching into him as his lips find the curve of your neck.
"Say more," you murmur, tipping your head back to give him better access, fingers threading through his hair to keep him close. "Tell me what you would’ve done, baby."
Steve exhales against your pulse; he loves baby, or really any nickname as long as it's from you. "Would’ve pushed you into the backseat where no one could fucking see—" His grip tightens. "Told you to keep quiet while I got my mouth on you."
You pull in a sharp breath when his palm presses firm between your legs, the friction sudden through the thin fabric of your jeans. His grin is wicked against your throat, all sharp edges and barely contained frustration.
"Wouldn’t have been gentle," he adds, nipping at your jaw. "Not after all of this time of you making me wait.”
Heat curls low in your stomach as his hand presses harder, fingers just enough to make your breath hitch and then he’s kissing you again, deep and messy, his teeth catching your lower lip when you gasp.
His other hand fists in the back of your shirt, dragging you closer, until you’re grinding down against him, the friction unbearable and perfect all at once.
"What’s stopping you?" you murmur against his jaw, pulling back just enough to smirk at him: a challenge, a dare, the kind that’s been simmering between you for days.
One he takes immediately.
You barely have time to blink before he’s moving you off his lap, one arm looping around your waist to steady you as you scramble to move over the centre console.
Your knee catches the gearshift and he swears under his breath—not at you, never at you—just frustration as he steadies you.
The van’s rear bench creaks as Steve guides you back onto it, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs.
The mirror rattles faintly with the movement, still angled from before; no longer catching your eyes, just the shape of you, close enough to blur together.
You laugh—a breathless, giddy sound—as he follows you, pulling you with him until you're on top of him, knees on either side of his hips, his back pressed into the seat. The impact knocks the air from his lungs in a quiet huff, but he doesn't let go, fingers digging into your waist like he's afraid you'll vanish if he loosens his grip for even a second.
"Watch the—ah, shit—" Steve grunts when your elbow jabs into his ribs, but he's grinning, all sharp teeth and boyish delight. His laugh is warm against your neck as you shift your weight, grinding down just to feel his hips jerk under you.
"Christ—"
His hands slide up to cradle your face, thumbs brushing your cheekbones as he pulls you into another kiss, slower this time. You feel his tongue drag against yours, unhurried, fingers tangling in your hair as he tugs—pulling a soft whimper from you, your back arching into him.
Something digs into your calf and you break away with a grimace, twisting to glare at the culprit: a half-crushed soda can wedged between the seat cushions. Steve follows your gaze, blinking dazedly for a second before snorting.
"Classy," he mutters, swiping it up one-handed and chucking it toward the front without looking. His attention snaps back to you, hands sliding down to grip your hips as he pulls you flush against him.
The space is too cramped, but that doesn't matter when he finds the curve of your collarbone, teeth scraping lightly before his tongue smooths it over.
“Time to swap places, baby,” he murmurs, voice rough as gravel, hands already guiding you back—not asking, just moving you.
You go willingly, letting him shift you down onto your back against the bench, his body following until he’s settled between your legs, braced over you.
His hands don’t stop. Fingers quick at your jeans, popping the button and dragging the zipper down. You arch off the seat when he hooks his thumbs into the waistband, dragging them down your hips along with your panties in one smooth motion. The fabric catches at your ankles, and Steve huffs out a frustrated sound before kicking them aside.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his gaze dragging over you before he leans in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh.
“Missed this,” he adds, voice low, before dipping his head again.
When his kisses move higher, your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging lightly in warning. Steve chuckles against your skin, the vibration sending a fresh wave of heat through you, but he slows instead. Pressing lazy, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh; his breath hot, his stubble scraping just enough to make you bite your lip.
Steve notices anyway. His grip tightens on your hips, pinning you in place as he finally presses a kiss where you need him most.
You pull in a sharp breath, arching off the seat but he holds you down, his tongue flicking against you once, twice—before settling into a rhythm that has your toes curling.
His fingers dig into your hips as he works, keeping you right where he wants you. His free hand slides up your waist, fingers spreading over your ribs before moving higher, thumb brushing over your chest in a slow pass.
The next stroke pulls a sharp breath from you, your fingers twisting in his hair hard enough to make him groan. “Jesus—” The word punches out, half-broken.
The moment his hands slide under your shirt, tugging at the fabric like it’s personally offended him, you know this isn’t going to be slow.
His fingers skim the bare skin of your waist, sending a shiver up your spine, and then he’s pushing the material up, up, until you have to lift your arms to let him peel it off completely.
The van’s windows are fogged, the street outside quiet, but the risk—the possibility of being heard, of someone passing by—only sharpens everything, coiling tighter in your stomach.
Steve’s grip tightens, pressing into your skin as he drags his tongue over you again, slower, savoring it. You feel his smirk when your hips jerk.
“Like that?” he murmurs, breath hot, voice rough with satisfaction.
You don’t get a chance to answer before he’s back on you. Your thighs tremble around him, heels digging into the seat as you try, and fail, to keep still. Steve hums low, as his fingers slide down and press inside, curling oh so right.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, lips brushing with every word. His free hand slides up your stomach, skimming over your ribs to palm your breast, thumb brushing your nipple in slow, lazy circles.
The moment you feel it building—that coiled, inevitable pressure low in your stomach—you know he knows. His tongue flattens against you, dragging over your clit before circling it with just the right amount of pressure.
Your breath snaps in, your back arching off the seat, fingers twisting in his hair hard enough to make him groan but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he presses harder, lips sealing around you as his fingers curl just right inside you.
Your thighs clamp around his head, heels digging into the seat as you tip over the edge with a muffled cry, fingers tugging at his hair. Steve doesn’t let up, working you through it with steady strokes of his tongue until you’re squirming, breathless.
You drag him up by his hair—gentle but insistent—his lips parting against yours before he’s even fully pulled away from your thighs. He goes willingly, letting you guide him, his mouth warm and slick as it meets yours, the taste of yourself faint on his tongue.
His hands slide up your sides, steadying himself against the wobble of the van’s bench seat, but you don’t let him linger there. You catch his wrists, pushing them down as you lean up to nip at his lower lip.
Steve exhales sharply through his nose, letting you manhandle him, his pulse jumping under your fingers as you trail them down his arms. His shirt is wrinkled from the drive, the fabric sticking to his skin in places where the summer heat clung to him all day.
You hook a finger into the collar, dragging him closer as your other hand finds the hem, pushing it up over his stomach—slow, teasing, your nails scraping lightly along his skin.
Steve shivers when you tug the fabric over his head, breath catching as you toss it aside. You lean back just enough to smirk at him, watching his throat bob.
"Still overdressed," you murmur, fingers skating down his chest to the button of his jeans.
Steve exhales sharply when your fingers finally undo his jeans, the button popping open. His breath hitches when you drag the zipper down slowly, the sound unbearably loud in the quiet of the van. He leans in, chasing your mouth again, but you tilt your head back—denying him with a grin.
His hands tighten on your hips, fingers pressing into skin still humming from his touch, and you finally take pity on him. Leaning up to catch his lower lip between your teeth, tugging lightly before soothing it with a slow kiss.
The moment Steve presses you back against the seat, his weight settling between your thighs, something shifts. The frenetic energy between you softening into something deeper.
His hips slot against yours with a familiarity that steals your breath, skin warm and damp where your chests press together as he braces on one forearm, the other hand sliding up to cradle your jaw—thumb brushing your cheekbone, soft against the force of his kiss.
"You ready, honey?" Steve murmurs against your temple, his voice ragged with restraint as his fingers trace idle patterns down your bare thigh.
You nod. The van's bench seat creaks under your shifting weight, the leather warm against your back. Steve hesitates, his palm hovering over your hip, giving you one last chance to change your mind. One you’d never take.
You arch up into his touch, your fingers finding the familiar notch at the base of his spine, pulling him down until there's no space left between you.
The first slow press of his hips draws a ragged exhale from both of you. Steve's forehead dropping to yours with a quiet thump, his breath hitching when you tilt your hips up to meet him.
"Christ," he breathes, voice wrecked already, fingers tightening on your waist as he sinks deeper.
The stretch burns in the best way, familiar and perfect, and you dig your heels into the backs of his thighs, urging him closer. Steve groans in your ear, his hips stuttering forward instinctively before he catches himself, forcing himself to slow back down.
His lips find yours again—softer this time, lingering—as he begins to move in earnest, each rolling thrust punctuated by the quiet catch of his breath against your mouth.
You can feel every shift of muscle beneath his skin, every tremor he tries to suppress when your nails scrape down his back. The rhythm builds between you, steady and sure, until the only sounds left are the creak of the seat and your breaths catching between kisses.
"Sweetheart," he breathes against your mouth, the endearment frayed at the edges, his hips rolling in a slow, maddening rhythm that has your fingers digging into his shoulders. "You feel that? How good you take me?"
His voice drops to something lower, rougher, as he drags his lips along your jaw. "How fucking perfect you are?"
You drag your nails down his back, arching into him and that’s all it takes for his restraint to snap. His pace turning frantic as his hands slide up to cradle your face, kissing you messy and uncoordinated.
"Love you," he whispers between kisses, the words muffled but unmistakable, each syllable pressed into your skin like a prayer.
"Love you so mu—" His hips jerk forward once, twice, his whole body shuddering as he comes with a quiet, broken sound against your lips.
You follow him over the edge not even a second later: his thumb brushing your clit just right, his hips still rolling against yours in slow, uneven circles as he draws it out. The pleasure crests sharp and sudden, stealing your breath, your fingers twisting in his hair as you bury your face against his shoulder to muffle the cry that punches out of you.
Steve stays there for a second, his forehead pressed to your shoulder—your fingers still tangled in his hair, softer now, absent-minded, grounding instead of grasping. The van is quiet again.
No voices. No chaos.
Just the two of you.
Steve exhales before finally shifting, easing himself out of you like even that feels like too much distance. His hand slides up your side, thumb brushing idly against your skin.
“Hey,” he murmurs.
You hum in response, eyes still half-lidded, not quite ready to move.
He presses a kiss to your shoulder—then your collarbone, your chin, your nose—soft, lingering, one after the other until a quiet laugh slips out of you.
And for a second—
he just looks at you.
And you at him—eyes free now, unhurried, able to take each other in without interruption, without your noisy friends, without your too-smart-for-his-own-good brother hovering somewhere between you. Just this—clear, open, yours.
Your hand drifts from his hair to his cheek, thumb brushing lightly along his jaw. “You okay?” you murmur.
A quiet huff of a laugh leaves him, softer than usual. “Yeah,” he says. Then, quieter—“I’m okay, Honey. You?”
You smile, nodding once and he mirrors it without thinking.
Neither of you rush to move.
Eventually, Steve shifts again, easing off you so he can reach blindly toward the front seat, fumbling for something—his jacket, a discarded shirt, anything within reach.
He comes back with his jacket a second later, draping it over you without a word. Then he settles beside you, close—so close he barely leaves any space at all.
You follow without thinking, tucking into his chest, your hand slipping to idly play with the soft hair there.
He huffs out a quiet breath that almost turns into a laugh, his chin tipping down toward you, something warm and easy settling into his expression.
“So…” he starts, a little smug. “Round two?”
You glance up at him, catching the look on his face—all cheeky, self-satisfied, like he already knows the answer and just wants to hear you say it anyway.
You flick his chin lightly.
“Shut up.”
In the same breath you add—“I love you.”
His arm tightens around you, pulling you in properly this time, his cheek brushing against your hair as you settle into him.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, softer now. You nod against his chest.
And then, after a beat, like he couldn’t possibly not say it back—
“I love you too.”
You settle into him, his arm wrapped warm around you. Conversation drift—slow, easy, about nothing at all—your fingers tracing absent patterns as his thumb moves idly against your arm.
Your gaze lifts without thinking, catching on the rearview mirror where it’s still angled from before.
For a second, you don’t even realise you’re looking at it—just the shape of the van behind you, the dim blur of the street—
and the two of you in it, the glass faintly fogged with heat, softening the edges, close enough to read as one shape instead of two. His arm around you, your head tucked into him.
You don’t say anything.
You just let your eyes drop again, your hand sliding back across his chest as he pulls you a little closer, his fingers sweeping through your hair, his mouth lingering at your forehead like there’s nowhere else he wants to be but right here—with you, in the back of this van.
P.S. Hi 👋🏼... okay bye 👋🏼
P.P.S. Just kidding hehe. How are we? Trying to get out of this writer's block one oneshot at a time 🫶🏼
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